The men at the platform in the Tong cave, with dozens of dead highbinders scattered all around and a group of young women and girls behind the curtain to the north, pause for a moment as they consider what to do next.

Mr Xu had warned them that the local law would likely descend upon the rocky point in a short matter of time. None of the men could say exactly how long it has been since the explosion at the cave, but most would agree it has been enough time for Xu's prediction to become reality -- if in fact the Chinese businessman's estimate had been anything close to accurate.

Now, with their hearing still impaired -- the ringing in their ears making other sounds inaudible -- the man are faced with decisions even while lacking information and suffering the inability to converse in a normal fashion.

Is time of the essence? Did the sounds of dozens and dozens of weapon reports seep from the cavern into the rolling hills near the India Basin? Would any lawmen -- or others attracted by the explosion, such as those fishermen -- discover the passable entrances to the cave? The rabbit-hole wasn't easy to find, no, but perhaps it would have been if the heroes had passed it while gunfire blazed within, yes? Will they be able to escort the slave girls out of the cavern without drawing attention? Did it matter if they were to draw attention? Should they just march them out and see what they find? Or send a scout to assess the situation outside? And would they be able to find Mr. Xu at this time, after their initial rescue plan had taken an unexpected turn? If not, what would they do with the rescued slaves?

In different circumstances, the men might have talked it out -- debating such points and agreeing to a plan of action. Now, with their hearing still impaired -- it bears repeating -- the heroes must find a way forward without some of the advantages they often take for granted.

Artemus Carson finds himself alone in a darkening tunnel, following the fleeing highbinder at a slow pace. He, too, faces decisions. So far, none of his pards seems to be following him. He cannot know if that is because they see no need, are busy with something else, or are simply unaware of Carson's foray into the east tunnel. So far, the survivalist seems no sign of the warrior who had fled into the tunnel.

OOC: As noted at the end of Chapter 18, all except Art may post freely now, remembering that verbal conversation is still not possible.

Additionally, ALL PCs must make a Fort Save for the effects of countless rounds of gunfire in an enclosed space during a brief period of time (DC 20).
Results will be:

• Make save by 10 or more: temporary hearing loss only
• Make save by 9 or less: 10% permanent hearing damage
• Miss save by 9 or less: 25% permanent hearing damage
• Miss save by 10 or more: 50% permanent hearing damage

Duration of temporary loss and impact of long-term effects on gameplay will be at the Judge's discretion. The Judge plans to discuss this further in the OOC forum, as needed. If you have questions about this check, please post them there.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 21:41, Wed 27 Dec 2017.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

Fortitude 12

Travis Sunday rolled 9 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,5.  Action Point.
Travis Sunday rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Fortitude.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

Fort save: 1+6+6AP = 13

The Wrangler finds himself increasingly anxious to reload his weapon. While waiting for the professor to relieve him of the vials, Cole surveys the platform looking for a safe spot upon which to place the vials.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

11:07, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 14 using 1d20+10.
15:37, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 7 using 2d6 with rolls of 1,6.  Deafness AP Addition.
Fort save vs deafness.

You better run.

Free Action: none
Move Action: 2x back to the group
Attack Action: None

OOC: Assuming breaking off combat moves me out of round by round actions...

When Art gets back to the group, he waves his hand to get the attention of whomever cares to look. He holds up his index finger prominently to indicate 'one' followed by turning his hand down and wiggling his index and middle fingers to indicate 'running;' he then pulls at the corners of his eyes to indicate 'highbinder' and lastly points to the tunnel.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

Jake realized that, circumstances being what they were, he had not had the opportunity to explore the entire cave. It also seemed to him that Mr. Xu's man had a pretty good grasp of the local terrain -- after all, the man had been the one to lead them to the rabbit-hole entrance.

After thinking for a moment, Jake took the Perfesser's notebook and pencil and began printing words in block letters. The fact that the end of his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he wrote bespoke of the concentration that this task demanded of him, and mayhaps also of the fact that readin' and 'ritin' were not his strong suit.

After a moment he showed his message first to the heathen and then the Perfesser: "We need to move the wimmin. Any way outta here other'n that teensy hole we came in by?"

OOC:

12:56, Today: Jake Richardson rolled 10 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 4. Fortitude Save v. Deafness.

12:57, Today: Jake Richardson rolled 5 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 5,4. Action Point.

Total for Fortitude Save: 15

Judge Messalen:

. . .

Additionally, ALL PCs must make a Fort Save for the effects of countless rounds of gunfire in an enclosed space during a brief period of time (DC 20).
Results will be:

• Miss save by 9 or less: 25% permanent hearing damage

. . .

Good thing that this was a Deaf Save, and not a Death Save.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

JEB holds the rifle in the cradle of his armpit and reloads the pistol.

Fort Save 22+4 AP=26

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 5):

Mr. Xu's highbinder, who had just started to move back towards the Chinese women and children, stops to read the rifleman's missive. Lu's eyes scan the written words. He pauses, appears to read them again, making a face as if momentarily at bay before a light shines in his eyes.

Turning to face Jake, Heng Bo shakes his head, shrugs and requests the professor's notebook with a gesture.

He flips a page and scribbles. "Cave explode." And then "We look." He glances around, as if acting out his written word.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

ENS was concentrating on Jake and Lu's initial exchange when he suddenly noticed Cole's offer. Damn this ringing! He thought as he took the vials and briefly examined them. ENS points to the vials and then to one of the dead BHD in askance of Cole, all while trying to keep an eye on Jake and Lu's continuing conversation.


09:14, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 15 using 1d20+6.  Hearing Fort Save.
09:15, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 6 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,6.  AP for Fort Save.
Total: 21

OOC: 10% perm loss for ENS

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 1):

JEB holsters the reloaded pistol and moves closer to the men communicating with paper and pencil. He peers at the notebook and nods to acknowledge his understanding of the next task. He moves towards Carson who is gesturing something.

Now that Jake was no longer having to concentrate on fighting and staying alive, he was starting to feel some pain from the various wounds that he had suffered. However, he judged that he had not suffered anything serious enough to incapacitate him -- well, not unless gangrene or something of that nature set in. But that was a concern for another time, once they had finished up with the job at hand.

The continued quiet was a little unnatural and eerie, but the rifleman hoped that the condition was a temporary one. Seemingly his pards suffered from the same ailment, and the Perfesser's notebook and pencil had proven to be a good way to communicate, given the circumstances.

Jake greeted JEB with a nod, glad to see that the Missourian had also come through the dust-up mostly in one piece, and like the Texan, seemed to still be functional and able to fight, if that proved to be necessary.

Once Mr. Xu's man (the rifleman couldn't remember his name, although he supposed that Mr. Xu had introduced him) finished writing his response to Jake's question, the Texan read it and nodded his agreement.

The rifleman pointed to his own chest and then to the heathen's, and made a motion with two fingers like a person walking. Just to be certain that he was understood, he took the pencil and wrote, "Let's us look."

OOC: Tweaked the punctuation a little; no substantive changes.
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 4):

Once JEB reaches the outlander, he motions to have Carson follow down the tunnel where the nbd had fled.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 10):

Travis maintains his watch.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 10):

Lu Heng Bo nods in agreement, patting himself near his heart with his right hand, in response to Richardson's gesticulation. He then points with a sweeping motion to indicate the area north of the platform. Believing he has communicated his intent to the rifleman, Xu's highbinder moves directly towards the western wall in order to begin his search area as per Jake's suggested course of action.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 8):

Cole nods in response to ENS, clearly grateful the professor relieved him of the vials. The wrangler quickly returns to working on his busted weapon.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 11):

Ears ringing, art stuffs a cleaning patch in each ear, and follows JEB.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 15) and James E. Beauregard (msg # 11):

OOC: The Judge needs more information from the two players. Confirm that JEB is first, state movement rate, distance between the men, etc.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 16):

Art is attempting to walk about three paces behind and slightly to the right of JEB. That should provide a line of fire should it become necessary.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 13):

Jake nodded in response to the heathen's gestures, then headed over to search the opposite side of the cave from the one that was being looked over by Mr. Xu's man.

OOC:

17:06, Today: Jake Richardson rolled 18 using 1d20. Search Check.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 16):

1x movement, rifle ready.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 14):

Satisfied that he knows the origin of the vials, ENS takes a moment to ensure they are well stoppered, wraps them in a piece of gauze, then places them in an inside vest pocket.

Seeing Lu and Jake move in opposite directions, he retrieves his notebook to read what's going on, once done he thinks We don't have time for this...

He writes the following:
"We should use the rabbit hole and take the girls to our room at the brewery until Lu can arrange transport."

He motions Cole over to Travis and shows the note to the both of them to see if they concur.
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In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 20):

Travis walks over, reads the note, and nods.

Lu and Richardson complete their search of the north end of the cavern. Neither finds anything of note.

Xu's highbinder completes the stretch of cavern wall that he was searching once he reaches the west end of the curtain. He goes behind the curtain, resuming his interaction with the captives, without having noticed the professor's gathering of pards.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 14):

With a visible look of relief on his face, Cole manages to  clear the jam in his weapon. After grunting in satisfaction, he proceeds to reload it.

When the professor approaches with the note, he gestures towards Travis as if to say "he is on board with whatever they decide"

After spending a little time searching, Jake turned away from the side of the cavern where he had been directing his attention. If any of his pards looked in his direction, he shook his head negatively.

Seeing Mr. Xu's man move to join the previously-captive women, Jake surmised that the man had not found anything of interest, either.

Noting that some of the rescuers were gathering around the Perfesser, Jake walked over to join them. He nodded amiably to Travis and Cole, glad to see that the two men were not to much the worse for wear after the battle . . . well, other than still not being able to hear much of anything.

Sheriff Beauregard enters the east tunnel, as indicated by Carson's pantomime, carbine at the ready. The survivalist himself stays a few steps behind, attempting to maintain a line of sight beyond JEB should he need to fire his carbine.

At first, that proves easy, as the tunnel remains relatively wide. Just ahead, the lawman begins to navigate a turn where the tunnel narrows and the light from the cavern diminishes. Artemus loses sight of JEB for a step or two, then picks him up again as the passage takes another tight turn to the right.

As the survivalist makes the turn, he spies a shape of a man moving out of the shadows to the right -- just behind JEB who has walked past the dark-garbed shape as the passage bends back to the left. The shape is moving rapidly towards Carson and is just a step or two away.

At the last second, JEB hears something behind him, but he has no opportunity to act in that moment.

OOC: Carson may take a single action (one move or one attack attack). JEB cannot act in this round, but will be able to next round.

We must resume round-by-round here (which means we can't get too far ahead with the others still in the main cavern. Those PCs should free to post narrative, with intentions or specific actions or attempts to converse without sound, as long as no one jumps ahead too far relative to the activity in the tunnel.

The Judge will post an updated map for JEB and Art, soon, but for the moment, it isn't relevant to the "fast-draw" round that is occurring now.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:18, Fri 05 Jan 2018.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 24):

After Cole and Travis see his note, ENS looks for the others. He sees Lu head for the curtain and Jake heading for their gathering, so he waits for Jake to join them and then shows him the note as well.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 25):

In no mood for this, and ears still ringing, Carson fires.

15:05, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 15 using 2d10+7.  Carbine Damage.
15:04, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 17 using 1d20+7.  Fire carbine.

OOC: Please disregard the +7 to damage.

The highbinder, having eluded JEB by hiding in a crevice near the tunnel's turn, leaps in front of Artemus. Perhaps he thought there was only one pursuer, perhaps he was simply desperate.

Carson levels his carbine with the intent to fire at the running opponent. The boo how doy nearly collides with Art before that happens, barely squeezing past instead. moving towards the main cavern. The survivalist puts his back to the wall, bumping his head slightly as he makes space to keep his aim at the passing highbinder. JEB sees the muzzle flash from his old pard's Spencer, aimed at a previously unseen enemy.

The highbinder's momentum carries him several feet forward, sprawling to the tunnel floor as a result of Carson's accurate blast. He appears to be down for good this time, although that's what the survivalist thought less than a minute ago.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 28):

Art again moves to take him by foot and again attempts to drag him into the cavern.

Free action: seize foot
Move action: to the cavern
Attack action: none

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 28):

JEB observes the quick deadly exchange between Art and the chinamen, grunts and follows his pard dragging the dead man.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 28):

Travis walks to the entrance of the tunnel leading to the rabbit hole and awaits the arrival of the girls when he will direct them to the surface.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 25):

It occurred to Jake that he since the fighting had died down, he had seen all of the rescuers moving around except that new fella . . . what was his name? ~I recall that it was sumpthin' kinda odd . . . Artemus, that's it.~

The Texan borrowed the Perfesser's notebook and pencil again, and printed "Artemus?"

OOC:

Full Round Action: Print is ENS's notebook.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 32):

ENS reads Jake's reply then takes a moment to look around the cavern, noting the other missing member. He writes "Sheriff?" below Jake's note then shows it to Travis and Cole.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 33):

Still reloading his weapon, Cole takes a moment to glance at the note. If he is able to recall when he last saw either of the two men he inclines his head in the general direction.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 29):

Reenter the cavern, downed chinaman in tow, Art senses a certain limpness that suggests this is an ex-chinaman.

Dropping the foot by which the man followed him, the Aussie takes a quick measure of the cavern and proceeds to search his fallen foe - carefully so as to avoid any sharp surprises.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 35):

JEB gives the Aussie a friendly pat the back and rejoins the professor and company. Sensing the abatement of hearing loss, he says to the gathered men “we need to move.”

The men may see Beauregard's lips moving, but no one can hear his words.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 35):

Carson finds a hatchet on the man's waist. The weapon's haft is slipped through a fabric loop inside the highbinder's robe. Touching the weapon reminds the survivalist of the Winchester that his opponent had clutched previously. He glances for it as he continues to feel throuh the folds of the warrior's garments.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 38):

Cole temporarily pauses reloading his weapon to glance at the others in order to determine if anyone else could make out JEB's words.

Subsequently, he continues his reload operations.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 38):

Art wonders if this is the same man, and concentrates on the foot he touched, the center mass where he pointed the rifle and what he remembers of the head he attempted to kick.


22:52, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 12 using 1d20+3.  Is this the same bhd?

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 40):

The search of the man turns to more of a consideration of him. A chill runs up Art's spine as it occurs to him that if this ain't the chinaman, then there another in there. With a Winchester.

Still squatting, Art twirls his duster much as a horo to obscure his actual body position, and brings his carbine to bear on the dark opening.

This is swell

OOC: Profanity redacted.]
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 40):

The survivalist's quick assessment about the highbinder: "ain't no tellin' one way or another." In Carson's recent experience, the highbinders -- with their uniform robes and long braided queues wrapped around their necks -- seemed more than a mite interchangeable.

However, in a moment of clear recollection, Carson remembers kicking the Winchester rifle away when the highbinder snapped awake as Art had grabbed his foot the first time. A glance along the cavern wall near the tunnel enables the survivalist to locate the weapon, still where it landed after his kick-away.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 42):

A sigh. Steady fella. A chuckle, entertaining no one but himself. Never get out boat.

One spring during the Great Rebellion, was it '61? Maybe '63. Art found himself traveling down the Missip towards Louisiana with this fella from Tennessee. That fella always said "Never get out of the boat" when it came to looking for trouble.

You need to work on that.


OOC: Profanity redacted.
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 43):

Art concludes his search of the highbinder and walks to retrieve the Winchester.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 44):

ENS feels a sense of relief when he sees both JEB and Artemus emerge from the side tunnel. Good, all accounted for! he thinks.

He motions to the others to wait, then moves towards the curtain to see what Lu is doing.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 45):

Reaching the curtain, the professor witnesses Lu Heng Bo attempting to organize the females -- as well as their several male captives -- for departure.

As it was for the men at the platform, communication appears limited. While Lu has a few of the eldest slaves gathering the younger ones -- and two of the elders helping him with the bound Chinamen -- there is a group of young women still huddled together. Afraid,  or still cowed by the whole experience ENS cannot tell, but he knows the reasons matter not. The professor's aim is to evacuate the cavern as soon as possible.

After a few moments, Ringgenberg notices that a few of the females are speaking to each other. Apparently, the audial damage from the gunfire was less potent behind the curtain. ENS himself couldn't hear them, but they seem to be able to hear each other, even if some temporary effects remain for them. Mayhaps that is how Lu managed to get the Chinamen subdued and bound after he first passed through the curtain. That is, the professor reasons, Xu's man may have barked orders and even if he had heard none of the women's responses, they must have heard enough of his urgent words -- or understood his gestures after seeing him dispatch their captor highbinders -- to realize that the warrior and his companions had come to their rescue. And that Lu's commands were in their best interest.

Now, it appears to ENS, it is simply a matter of time and effort to get the young women moving.

And perhaps more importantly, he recognizes that his calculations for hiding out at the Albion brewery had omitted the presence of the several bound Chinamen. From all appearances, Lu's intention is to bring them along.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 46):

Travis remains at the entrance to the Rabbit hole's tunnel on guard with his Spencer at the ready.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 46):

Jake spotted Artemus exiting a side tunnel -- which accounted for all of those who had entered the cavern with the intent of rescuing the women. The Texan was pleased to see that all of the rescuers -- well, not including those who had fallen in the fighting over near the beach -- were up and moving, although some of them (including Jake himself) had suffered wounds in the process.

Interpreting the Perfesser's motions to mean that the small group gathered near the platform should stand ready and wait in place, Jake watched as ENS walked over to where Mr. Xu's man and the other heathens were congregated.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 44):

Winchester in hand. Art studies and assesses it, checks for ammo and sights down the barrel. Art then returns again to the fallen highbinder. He removes the axe and looks to see if the blade is coated with something. And again searches him as he feels his first search was insufficient; due perhaps to concerns about there being another foe in the tunnel.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 46):

ENS assesses the situation, writes another note, then gets Lu's attention to show it to him.

Note: "Let's take them to the beach below the brewery. Use the rabbit hole. Take these men too? Ready?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 50):

Mr. Lu reads the professor's note. He nods to indicate understanding and then takes the notebook from ENS.

He writes "Yes" next to the professor's question of "Ready?" He then circles the question about the men, glancing at them before shrugging at the professor. He points to the five who aren't wearing the black garb of the boo how doy, then scrawls, furiously:

"Buyers, not highbinders. Problem."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 49):

Carson, who is no expert in the usage of poison other than how to provide first aid against a snakebite, sees a what appears to be a sticky substance on the hatchet's edge. He removes the weapon from its loop, cautiously to avoiding nicking himself. He feels a small item as he pats down the man's robe. It takes a little time to find the opening but once he does, Artemus puts his fingers on a small empty vial. It is slightly sticky and he has probably touched whatever the substance is, minimally, while retrieving the item.

Being no expert in the usage of poison, the survivalist cannot be sure whether touching the substance is dangerous. It seems designed to be administered through cuts by the hatchet . . . Art doesn't remember having any cuts on his fingers, but his thoughts give him enough pause to temporarily suspend his search, without having searched the man's tunic or leggings, yet.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 52):

Art smells the sticky substance to see if has a recognizable odor. He spits onto his fingers and wipes them on the robes of his foe. Aside from the Winchester Art takes nothing and returns to the group.

Satisfied that his weapon is fully loaded and in good working order, Cole looks towards the others. The expression on his face clearly indicates that it is time to leave this place.

He glares at the bound men, clearly considering if this cave would make a suitable final resting place for them...

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 53):

Art examines the revolver and attempts to repair it, or ascertain if he's able.

Cole gets himself close to the note, and tales a look. He motions towards the buyers and, gestures that they should be left behind.

After he confirms both their hands and feet are properly bound, he proceeds towards the rabbit hole. As the wrangler moves into the tunnel, he gestures for the rest to follow.

Mr. Xu's highbinder doesn't fail to notice Cole Trayne's activities, especially when the wrangler checks the bindings of the five buyers. Lu Heng Bo offers no argument to Cole's pantomime -- that is, if in fact he understood the wrangler's meaning.

Before Trayne has completed his inspection, the highbinder attends to the sixth bound man, an enemy highbinder. Struggling for a moment with the bound boo how doy, who had refused to cooperate with Lu's plans even though he had neither the use of his hands or feet, Mr Xu's man pins his opponent to the cavern floor, knee in his back and the warrior's long queue in his left hand. Lu then produces something small in the palm of his right hand and slices through the queue at the base of the bound highbinder's neck. Finally, Lu stands, dropping the long braid of hair now separated from its long-time owner.

Xu's man surveys the preparations of the young women. He seems satisfied that they are prepared to depart.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 51):

Watching Cole's actions leaves ENS in general agreement, but he writes one more note and shows it to Lu.

"Would Mr. Xu want to deal with them? If not then write a warning to them?"

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 58):

"Mr. Xu will respect Cole Train's choice."

Lu writes these words slowly, careful to communicate effectively in the English grammar, even while spelling the wrangler's name incorrectly.
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In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 59)

As the wrangler looks back, he catches the eye of the professor and Xu's man. If he sees that they intend to follow him to the rabbit hole, the wrangler will proceed up the tunnel

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 60):

Travis sees the entourage approaching the tunnel and after ensuring an armed man takes the lead, he lets the men and women pass protecting their departure from any potential threats in the cavern.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 60):

Jake watched Mr. Xu's man with a measure of interest -- but with considerably less understanding -- as he administered a haircut of sorts to one of the other heathen.

Once the group of rescued women began to move out, following Cole's lead towards the tunnel that led to the rabbit-hole, Jake walked alongside them. The Texan positioned himself slightly off to the side of the gaggle of women, in a spot where a flanker would be if the procession were a line of march.

Lu Heng Bo falls in, taking a similar position on the other flank, as Cole Trayne leads the procession of young Chinese women to the tunnel that leads to the rabbit hole.

Lu sees Cole and the first of the line of females passing by Travis Sunday. The line narrows to single file or two-abreast into the tunnel.

Cole Trayne, now in the tunnel, still cannot hear much. He must glance behind him to be sure that he is still being followed. The young women file in, no more than two-by-two, behind him.

Ahead, as the light from the cavern diminishes and faint moonlight become his guide, the wrangler notices the two fallen highbinders at the bottom of the rabbit-hole drop. He cannot see much of what is above them, on the surface.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 64):

ENS pushes his way to the front of the line before they reach the rabbit hole, then writes another note for Cole.

"Someone should scout the area first, then lets gather everyone outside before leading them to the beach below the brewery. Agree?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 64):

JEB covers the rear of the column for now.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 65):

Nodding, the wrangler agrees with the professor. Placing his index finger to his lips, Cole silently implores the group to be silent. The last thing we need to do is to try and speak with our hearing compromised. That can only lead to inadvertent shouting.

Thinking that he could use the survivalist's help, Cole motions to Art to join him.

Finally, he quickly moves through the rabbit hole, immediately rolling to the right to give Art space to follow as soon as he is able. Cole brings his weapons (hatchet and gun) to bear, while simultaneously staying low to avoid any potential ambush that might be waiting for any one leaving through this hidden entrance.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 67):

Cole stands near the two fallen highbinders at the end of the tunnel, looking up at the hole above, having signaled to the others to refrain from talking. He notices a couple of rocks wedged into wall to his right, just before it meets the end wall, that seem to form a rudimentary step-ladder. The wrangler believes he could reach up, jumping slightly, to grab the edge of the rabbit hole and pull himself over the top, but that might prove clumsy -- perhaps even noisy to anyone with functioning auditory faculties.

Either way, Trayne's assessment is simple. He will have to ascend without being able to see or hear any potential ambush that might be waiting for any one leaving through this hidden entrance. And then three dozen others will need to ascend in some kind of order.

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OOC: The Judge needed to clarify and reset Cole's action, as above. Here's why:

The rabbit hole is ABOVE the tunnel. The PCs may recall that they had to jump down the hole from the surface, landing on the tunnel floor some seven-ish feet below. Literary allusions intentional. (And the Judge had posted a link showing his inspiration for the rabbit hole, tunnel and cavern--one of the photos illustrates this description; for those who have forgotten: http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-39193347).

Cole and Art (and everyone) will need to climb up and out . . . as opposed to "through" and "quickly" and so forth (and not with a weapon in each hand as he will need at least one hand even if using the rock step ladder). Therefore the Judge's ruling is that Cole has not ascended yet.

Art won't get to the front of the line to get Cole's instructions until he logs in and posts. He's at the end, until such a time.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 68):

As Cole begins to ascend, Art puts his hand on his old friend's shoulder to interrupt him. He puts an index finger to his lips, then points upwards towards the surface. He gently lifts the hat from Cole's head and sets it atop the Winchester. Art slowly extends the hat up through the hole to create the illusion that someone is emerging from the hole...

OOC: And I think I speak for everyone when I say the *next* rabbit hole should look like this one: http://psychoyouth.com/wp-cont...ards-Wiki-Fandom.jpg
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In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 65):

Even as Cole puts his finger to his lips, ENS realizes that his hearing is starting to return and he actually hears something. In the ensuing silence he looks about (including up) to see if he can determine what it was he heard.

OOC: Let me know if you want me to roll for something.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 69):

After a count of six seconds, nothing happens. The line of Chinese females -- with Richardson and Lu among the throng -- that has moved into the tunnel stops. Those in the front of the line, near the rabbit hole, watch the survivalist's ploy.

Another six counts makes a dozen, and still nothing has happened.

Of course, as it stands, the men couldn't hear a rifle or pistol report even if someone had taken shot at the hat. Now, iffin' a body had hit Carson's headgear with a bullet, they would have some evidence. Or perhaps a close shot that found purchase in the earth around rabbit hole would provide some clues, such as dislodged chunks of dirt and the resulting dust. But neither of those things have happened.

For now, Carson has proved the following: should anyone be out there watching the hidden entrance -- from near or far -- they haven't been able to hit a man's hat.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 70):

ENS hears nothing as he watches Artemus Carson's stratagem.

Concentrating, he notices that the ringing in his ears has subsided, somewhat. He was definitely hearing something a few moments ago, but now it has faded. Perhaps the women were speaking to each other -- or perhaps he had heard the movement of the line . . . until they stopped.

It might be his imagination playing tricks, but the professor believes his left ear is ringing louder than his right.

OOC: If the professor is making a Listen check, he could roll for that. There would be a substantial negative modifier for deafness as applied by the Judge. So the roll is sort of moot, but ENS may always make an attempt to pass a skill check. On the other hand, the Judge was considering a request to Artemus to make a skill check for his illusion spell -- wait, the Judge tempoarily shifted to an alternate dimension. Back in the saddle now.

As of now, the temporary hearing loss is still in play, but those who have suffered only 10% permanent damage are beginning to recover. The Judge has notified PCs in PM at prescribed times, recently, and will continue doing so.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 71):

Cole, grateful that Art has a right good idea to see if anyone is outside of the hole, waits patiently for the return of his hat.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 73):

Art lowers the rifle, retrieves the hat and hands it back to Cole. Art looks at Cole for a moment and perhaps they share a "what the heck now" moment.

He draws his freshly unjammed Colt and draws the hammer back feeling it work. He spins the cylinder and re-holsters it.  Art shrugs and attempts to ascend the make-shift steps to the surface.

OOC: Profanity redacted.
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The line of people in the tunnel watch as Carson ascends the rock-step-ladder. The makeshift steps prove helpful; Art easily pulls himself up, despite the fact that he is slightly over-encumbered at the moment, having two long arms on his person (presumably slung across his back at this time). Carrying his carbine and the Winchester is manageable, but certainly not ideal, the survivalist thinks to himself as he extends his head and torso over the ledge and then pushes off the third a highest rock to propel himself to his feet atop the rabbit hole.

From below, Cole and ENS can still see Carson's upper body, for the moment.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 75):

Art looks around to see if the coast is clear and notices that it's still dark. Assuming it's clear he leans in and motions to Cole to come up. Art assumes guard duty awaiting the others.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 76):

JEB patiently waits his turn to climb up last, keeping a watchful eye behind the column into the cavern for anything amiss. If necessary, he will assist any who need a hand up the stone “ladder”, especially the girls.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 76):

From the landing above the rabbit hole, Artemus has a view to the west of the hillside. His eyes gradually adjust to the moonlight. So far, he has seen no one, although the survivalist knows that the hilly terrain and native foliage in these parts offer decent cover to those who wish to avail themselves of it.

Below, only Cole and ENS can see Carson. While the rifleman and Xu's highbinder can see the professor and the wrangler up ahead at the front of the tunnel, there are still more than a dozen women between their position in the tunnel and the rabbit hole.

JEB, at the back of the line, still needs to navigate the turn in the tunnel before he can see what is happening at the rabbit hole entrance. Beauregard can see Lu's back from his position, while waiting patiently for the line to resume moving forward.

Travis, who had positioned himself at the cavern's entrance to the tunnel, glances around the cavern and its numerous fallen highbinders, but he sees no sign of any further activity. The last of the women have pushed into the tunnel, followed by JEB, leaving Sunday as the last (living) person in the cavern, at least as far as he can tell.

OOC: The Judge needs action narrative from others as to whether and when they follow Art -- and how they lead the women. JEB has stated his intentions (including being patient), presently he is still at the end of the line and others in front of him will need act first, unless the lawman at some point decides to push his way forward before the line resumes movement ahead of him. Essentially, the same is true for Richardson and Lu.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 78):

Travis waits at the entrance rifle at the ready until the last person disappears from view.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 78):

While Art and Cole work on securing the top of the rabbit hole, ENS takes a moment to reload his Colt (only one bullet needed), then the Schofield.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 78):

After holstering his weapon, but keeping the hatchet in hand, Cole quickly follows Art up the rabbit hole.

Upon reaching the top, the wrangler draws his weapon, and takes up a defensive position.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 81):

JEB Checks that his weapons are loaded while waiting his turn to climb.

Art and Cole see much of the same from the landing atop the rabbit hole. The moonlit hills stretch out to the west. Neither of the men notices any immediate signs of activity in that direction. Cole looks to the north, from where he made an approach to this hillside, seeing nothing but flora. Art looks to the south and sees the general area where the Chinaman Lu had lead the group from the beach, before bounding a short distance up to the slope to this landing. The survivalist detects no movement.

Of course, neither of the men can hear much more than the ringing in their ears, although Carson feels it subsiding a mite.

Below, in the tunnel, ENS reloads his sidearms, while the young Chinese women wait patiently for orders.

JEB ensures that his weapons are loaded, still at the end of the line and unable to see what is happening at the front of the queue.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 83):

Art is used to listening for the sounds of the night creatures - and the abrupt silence the accompanies the approach of of a man or beast.

Impatient for ringing to subside, and acutely aware that where there's one rabbit hole, there's likely to be more, Art scans the grass and brush for anything glinting in the moonlight that might betray a foe.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 84):

Clearly unable to hear any hidden enemies, the wrangler decides to use his eyes instead.

Spot: 15

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 85):

Cole Trayne breathes in the cool night air as he scans the hillside from the landing above the rabbit hole. Having made no attempts to hide his own presence he looks for any signs of hidden enemies but finds none.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 86):

[no change to PC action]

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 84):


21:17, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 16 using 1d20+12.  Spot: Hidden enemies.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 88):

Artemus Carson breathes in the cool night air as he scans the hillside from the landing above the rabbit hole. Having made no attempts to hide his own presence he looks for any signs of hidden enemies but finds none.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 89):

ENS finishes his reloads, stows the weapons, and then pays full attention to the rabbit hole above him, waiting for a sign from Cole or Artemus.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 90):

JEB finishes any reloads and waits his turn,

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 91):

Satisfied that this is as good as it is going to get, Cole leans into the rabbit hole in order to make himself visible to the company. Silently, he waves them up.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 92):

The young women at the front of the line defer to the professor. They have seen Cole's signal, but they continue to wait for orders from the men in charge.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 93):

[No change in PC action]

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 93):

ENS waves in answer to Cole's signal, he then turns and catches Mr. Lu's eye and waves him up to the front. Once he sees that Lu has seen him and is moving towards him, ENS starts the first girl up through the rabbit hole, ready to catch her should she fall.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 95):

Seeing the men are guiding the women towards the exit, Cole offers his hand in order to assist their ascent.

Lu Heng Bo moves through the line of young women, joining ENS just below the rabbit hole. He helps ENS to get the girls moving up the stone step ladder -- one by one -- to the landing where Cole extends a hand to help each of the young women up the ladder.

For most of the men, this is the first chance they have had to see the young women up close. ENS and Jake had moved to the area behind the curtain, earlier, but their reasons for doing so never included any survey of the young women themselves. While forming the queue most of the men were at the front or back -- except for Jake and Heng Bo -- and their goal was an orderly exit from the cavern while ensuring the path was safe and clear. Now, as they usher the young women forward, they have a chance to observe the captives that they are working to liberate from the Tong's grasp.

The age of the young women covers a wide range -- some may be as young as ten, none older than twenty. Nearly all of them exhibit a demure disposition, avoiding eye contact and following whatever orders they are given. As far as anyone can tell, they are in decent health. None are emaciated or otherwise frail or infirm. Their clothing is simple and probably insufficient for this San Francisco spring night. None of them wear any head coverings. And while the men's sense of hearing is still impaired, their noses function well-enough to smell a sweet aroma from among the gathering -- which is probably in contrast with their own aromatic conditions. Of course, the men had noticed the fragrance within the tunnel once they had formed the queue, but only now is it registering as significant in any way.

As the first six or seven of the women ascend, Art and Cole realize they must take further action in order to continue the procession with any semblance of order. There is no room for everyone to stay atop of the landing; no room beyond five or six individuals at a time. Art has already had to take a few steps down from the landing on the side of the hill, with the first two women just a step behind him. The men will need to either guide the women down the short slope or up the slope towards the top of the hill in order for those behind to continue the ascent to the landing. Or, perhaps, let them scatter or congregate as they want.

Travis and JEB see the line moving ahead again, finally. The gunslinger, who has been waiting to move from his post until he could no longer see the end of the line in the tunnel, now sees JEB's back as the takes the turn and disappears from sight. Sunday takes his place in line, catching up to JEB and now moving slowly forward in the tunnel. The lawman and the gunslinger can now see the front of the line, where women are ascending with the men's help.

OOC: The Judge is slow-walking this because whatever happens next is entirely dependent on their actions/decisions/etc. The direction, speed, organization of the group (again, more than 30 people total, although no one has counted explicitly). The Judge requires more details about how the PCs want to move forward. The Judge has weighed the situation and he sees various potential outcomes for this stage of the adventure -- and those outcomes will be heavily influenced by how the PCs go about their current endeavor.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 97):

[Travis waits for the women and JEB to ascend before following.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 97):

Art doesn't know where we're headed, but it clear we need more space. He grasps the hands of the two women closest to him and joins them together. He nods and motions to the next that they should continue to clasp hands down the line. Art looks for a bit more space to accommodate everyone. As they emerge and get to place where they can remain for the time it will take for all to assemble Art gestures a 'sshhh' with index finger to lips followed by a palm down gesture for squat down.

Vigilance continues.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 99):

As Carson begins to organize the women in pairs -- with the first two pairs setting example for those that follow -- his choices in regard to spaces to accommodate everyone seem to be:

• Move the slight distance down the hillside to flatter ground -- roughly 30 feet down.
• Stay near the rabbit hole, on the slope of the hillside and congregate around it on all sides.
• Move up the hillside, congregating above the rabbit hole.
• Move up the hillside to the crest where he recalls there is a flatter, elevated ground -- roughly 30 yards up.

Of course with all of these options, the survivalist thinks, the questions of whether to maintain the shape of a line or to spread out will be a consideration as well.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 100):

Once Lu gets to him, ENS writes a quick note: "Please gather the women at the base of the slope". He shows it to Lu then gestures that he should go out now.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 100):

As everyone gathers about the rabbit hole, Cole looks around in order to determine if there is any terrain in the vicinity that could best conceal the group. Hills, boulders, trees, anything that might conceal a person.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 101):

In the dark tunnel, Lu Heng Bo struggles to read the professor's most recent note. He takes the notebook from ENS as he had done when they exchanged scribbled messages inside the relatively well-lit cavern. This time, Lu holds it up towards the rabbit hole entrance above, trying to maximize the moonlight.

After several seconds, Xu's highbinder tears the current page from the notebook before returning the journal to ENS. Stuffing the paper into a fold in his robe, he moves to the end wall of the tunnel and -- without aid of the stone steps -- jumps high enough to grab the lip of the landing above, pulling himself over the ledge.

Lu joins Cole, Art and eight of the young women outside of the rabbit hole.

He passes by Trayne, who continues to help the young women up to the landing. Finding Carson, the Chinaman proffers the paper to Art. Lu points to the survivalist, points to the paper. He then touches his own chest and points up the slope.
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Jake Richardson had watched as the line moved forward, the women starting to ascend. His place having been in the middle of the line, he now finds himself some half-dozen women from the front of the line. The Texan could easily push forward to reach the professor, iffin' he had a mind to do so.

James Beauregard follows the line towards the exit, with Travis Sunday just a step or two behind. The men see Jake nearing the end of the tunnel -- and they witness Lu's ascent and quick disappearance.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 104):

Travis continues to wait, focusing his attention down the corridor towards the cavern.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 103):

Art glances up the hill where the Chinaman pointed and takes the paper, angles it to the moonlight and reads it.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 106):

OOC: see msg 101

Satisfied that the professor's message has been delivered, Lu begins moving up the slope.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 108):

Art glances up the slope where the Chinaman's headed. Then turning his attention down the slope he turns to the woman nearest to him and to motions her. An index finger pointing around to the women, then down the hill.

Art begins to move, pausing to make sure he's being followed, then continues.

The first few pairs of women, hands joined as per Carson's previous instruction, begin to follow the survivalist down the slope to the flat piece of land between hills. Moonlight is the only guide. Eyes adjust and soon the single line of young women becomes a column two-abreast. Carson feels the ringing in his ears diminishing, gradually. Lu has disappeared into the night.

Cole Trayne continues to help the young women up the stone steps to the rabbit hole landing. He has counted thirteen, now extending his hand for the fourteenth. ENS Ringgenberg continues to aid the women from below, ensuring they are able to reach up to take the wrangler's hand. The professor has begun to notice that each of them bow slightly before they accept his hand-up.

Jake Richardson has reached the professor. Next in line, the rifleman can choose to ascend, or stop and stand with the easterner.

James Beauregard sees the Jake's head above the women, coming even with the professor, meaning they are roughly halfway out. The lawman figures there are more than a dozen more freed captives between him and the rabbit hole exit. Atop the landing, Cole is helping the women. There is no sign of Lu or Carson.

Travis Sunday sees nothing to the rear. The gunslinger has turned the point in the tunnel where he won't be able to see into the main cavern during this retreat, if he continues to follow.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 110):

"Reckon I'll bide here with you 'til we git the rest of the wimmin outta here," Jake said to the Perfesser.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 111):

As Jake stops at the end of the tunnel, allowing the women alongside and behind him to continue the ascent up the rabbit hole, he speaks to the professor. Almost as soon as he starts, he remembers that the easterner probably cannot hear him. In fact, the sound of his own voice barely registers through the constant ringing in his Texan ears.

ENS, for his part, believes he hears someone speaking to him, and then sees Jake mouthing words. Ringgenberg cannot comprehend what the rifleman is saying, but the combination of the tinnitus gradually subsiding and hearing a man's words -- even if faint and unintelligible -- came with a brief sense of hope.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 112):

Travis, unable to hear, remains where he is.  He lets his eyes warn of any enemy's approach.  He waits until, in his estimation, the last woman would be leaving the tunnel.

Cole Trayne continues to help the children up the stone steps. Like the ones before them, they are joining hands in pairs and then following the others down the slope, to Artemus Carson. Cole has counted twenty-three. He puts out his hand for the twenty-fourth time, and feels the strain through the back of his arm and up into his shoulder. Nothing he can't bear, of course. Noticeable nontheless.

Carson finds a suitable space and holds, watching the line of twos descending from the hole.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 111):

With the number of women already out, ENS figures more of the men are needed outside so he dashes off another note and shows it to Jake: "Please help keep the women together and safe outside."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 114):

While watching "watching the line of twos descending from the hole" Art cast the occasional glance about looking for trouble arriving.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 114):

Reacting to the unusual stress placed up his body while aiding the folks exiting the hole, Cole takes a closer look to determine the cause.

JEB finds himself a few steps away from ENS and Jake. The professor has handed the rifleman his notebook. Only six of the young women remain to ascend. The line pauses for a moment, as Cole Trayne takes a momentary break from the heavy lifting.

Travis glances over his shoulder, thinking enough time may have passed for all of the women to have left the tunnel. A little too soon, as JEB still has a few women ahead of him in the line. Actually, the line seems to have stopped.

The wrangler, doing a quick field examination on his own arm, finds nothing alarming. It is probably just the physical strain of his current activity; however, it occurs to him that none of the men have had their wounds looked at since the battle at the beach. The brief pause renews the wrangler's resolve. He resumes his work to lift the last few over the ledge of the rabbit hole and onto the small landing on  the hillside.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 118):

Travis keeps his eyes on the corridor and hopes the troubled line of exit resolves itself.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 118):

Jake read what the Perfesser had written, and nodded his head before handing the notebook back to the easterner. Then, bowing slightly to the next woman in line, he moved away from ENS and took his position as the next person to make the ascent.

Slinging his carbine over his shoulder by its strap, he waited until the route up was clear, then started his climb up to the surface.

Jake sees a natural gap in the ascent of the line of young women. Cole having taken a brief pause, is just about to resume his efforts to help the last several up over the rabbit hole ledge.

Seeing the rifleman indicate his intent to go up, the women allow Jake to proceed. He eyes follow the line of freed captives, in hand-holding pairs, descending the short distance of the slope to flatter ground at the bottom of the hill. Finally, he sees the man named Carson gathering the women in a relatively sheltered space below.

With Richardson out of the way, Cole Trayne puts his hand out for the next of the females.

As Richardson disappears from the professor's sight, presumably heading down the slope to catch up with Carson -- and the last two of the women prepare to ascend with Trayne's help -- ENS and JEB find themselves standing close together at the end of the tunnel.

The lawman notices that the ringing in his ears is diminishing. He can't be certain, but he thought he heard sounds of the women ahead of him as they went up the stone steps.

Just then, both ENS and JEB are startled, mildly, by the sudden appearance of Lu Heng Bo on the ledge above them. Mr. Xu's highbinder crouches above the rabbit hole, gesturing with both hands. It takes a moment or two for the man's intent to register, but the professor believes that Lu is asking for the notebook.

Cole suddenly notices the Chinaman nearby. Of course, he never heard the man approach, and he didn't see him immediately -- at least not before he saw the reaction on the faces of JEB and ENS.

Sunday glances back again, hoping the line had continued moving. It has -- only two women remain and Cole is helping one of them right now.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 122):

[No change in PC actions]

Lu Heng Bo takes the notebook and pencil from the professor. He scribbles for a few seconds and then carefully rips another half page from the book, stuffing it inside the folds of his robe. He writes again, this time taking more than a dozen seconds. He hands the notebook down to Ringgenberg. And as soon as he does, he turns to move down the slope.

Meanwhile, Cole Trayne has helped the last of the women up the ledge. Only JEB, ENS and Travis remain in the tunnel, with the professor and the lawman standing side-by-side at the end and the gunslinger with his back to them, watching the tunnel's entrance to the main cavern.

Lu's note reads:

"Constables on beach. Lookout on hill. Go west before north. Hurry. I tell Xu meet you at north beach. I take one man."

OOC: Both ENS and JEB can read the note easily at this time. Others if they specifically act to do so.

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Richardson and Carson see Lu Heng Bo moving rapidly towards their position, from the rabbit hole. The highbinder passes the few remaining pairs of slave women still moving to Carson's position.

The highbinder stops near Artemus. Lu thrusts another piece of paper at the survivalist.

It reads:

"Need diversion. Come with me."
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In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 124):

Once ENS and JEB read both read the note, ENS looks around quickly and sees Travis still guarding. He turns back to JEB, gestures for him to ascend through the rabbit hole, then moves down the tunnel to Travis. If Travis spots him before he gets there, ENS will indicate that it's time to leave.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 125):

JEB ascends the rabbit hole.

The Chinaman glances over his shoulder as he waits for Carson's response. He appears a mite impatient, as if he were prepared to spring away at any moment.
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In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 124):

Jake saw Mr. Xu's heathen hand a page of paper that he had removed from the Perfesser's notebook to Artemus. It was too dark to read unless the paper was held right in front of one's nose, so the Texan did not bother to try and see what manner of message had been written.

Instead, he simply waited for Artemus's reaction . . .

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 128):

Now that the women have completed their ascent, Cole takes a moment to ensure that they have safely assembled in a reasonably obscured location while simultaneously awaiting the rest of his friends to emerge from the newly re-purposed tomb.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 127):

Art paused only momentarily for consideration before following, but could feel a sense of urgency and so stepped up his pace.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 130):

Seeing Carson's body language indicating his assent to the plan, Lu nods to Richardson, who suddenly finds himself in charge of the young women, even though he ain't exactly certain what the highbinder and the survivalist are fixin' to do. The rifleman glances around, seeing Cole and JEB standing at the edge of the rabbit hole landing.

WIth usual quickness, Lu moves to the southeast bending around the side of the hill from which Carson (following Lu at that time as well) originally approached the rabbit hole. Carson follows now, immediately feeling the weight and bulk of the extra rifle slung across his back. If Lu's goal is to remain stealthy and quick, the survivalist considers, perhaps carrying an extra long arm isn't the best idea. Lu takes a curving path, around the edge of a hill and then towards another slope.

Trayne and Beauregard witness the departure of Carson just behind the elusive form of Lu Heng Bo. They also see their pard Jake down the slope with the group of now 30 young women gathered on a flat piece of land. Despite his hope for a place to provide cover for the group, the wrangler must accept the fact that hiding 30 scared females in this terrain is more than a mite difficult. Although Carson has led the women to a viable location, with at least some of them hidden from various and particular points of view in the darkness of this hilly region south of the town, it is unlikely that all of them could hide at any given moment from any observers taking positions on the hilltops.

Ringgenberg fetches Sunday from his post. The men are the only two remaining who haven't ascended from the tunnel.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 132):

Seeing that Jake is alone shepherding the women, Cole moves to assist, leaving JEB to cover the exit of the two men left in the cavern.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 132):

Travis climbs through the rabbit hole and out of the tunnel.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 132):

ENS ascends the rabbit hole after Travis, then takes a moment to assess the situation while dusting himself off.

Cole joins Jake at the bottom of the slope. The women huddle together nearby, for warmth and safety, still in twos as instructed by the survivalist, Carson.

JEB remains at the landing as Cole descends. The lawman's tactical mind figures that the moonlight and shadows give the group some cover, but it wasn't difficult locate some of them as soon as he looked around and even before Cole moved. Other eyes amongst the hilltops could do the same.

Travis ascends to find JEB still on the landing. Roughly 30-40 below, the gunslinger spots the group of women. A moment later ENS joins the men on the landing, forcing JEB to take a step or two down the slope. The professor dusts himself off, seeing the women gathered down the slope. The easterner cannot help but think about one particular word that Lu had written: "Hurry."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 136):

JEB descends to join the horde below.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 137):

As soon as JEB gets close enough to possibly hear Cole speak, the wrangler makes the attempt in a low voice. Fully aware that his hearing is compromised, he makes every effort NOT to over-compensate and inadvertently start hollering.

We can't rightly walk 30 Chinese back to town. I truly hope the that boat is still there. What you think?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 138):

James Beauregard notices something that he never before thought would be extraordinary. He can hear Cole Trayne talking to him. Alas, the ringing in his ears hasn't gone away -- and the effect obviates the wrangler's meaning from the lawman's comprehension.

As near as JEB can tell, Cole seems to be saying something about the Chinese boat.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 136):

Travis moves a few feet from the rabbit hole and surveys the area surrounding the women looking for anyone approaching them.  Then he looks to see if they are assembling, moving or organizing in any way.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 140):

Travis Sunday sees Cole and JEB near the women. He sees no one else in his field of vision -- no one approaching from any where on this, the western, side of the hill. The women seem somewhat organized. All of the them are paired up, each pair holding hands, but these pairs are scattered around a flat piece of land with a few trees and scrub foliage providing some cover in the night. It occurs to the gunslinger that if he could locate them easily, so could others who might be spying the landscape from one of the hills.

If Artemus Carson had any thoughts of doing anything but following the Chinaman, those thoughts were dismissed in the need to keep up with the stealthy highbinder. Lu Heng Bo edges up a slope, moving laterally and then upwards as if following some unseen path.

As Lu nears the crest of a hill, he slows and flattens his body to the ground, attempting to peer over the edge without being seen. The survivalist halts a few feet behind, just below the lip of earth above, giving the Chinaman time to take survey the hilltop -- not to mention giving himself a chance to remain hidden if anyone happens to be atop the hill.

A moment later, the highbinder edges forwards another few feet and motions for Art to join him.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 142):

Art gets low and follows cautiously.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 143):

Carson draws even with Lu at the crest of the hill. They look out onto a relatively flat, elevated space. Beyond, to the east, Art can see the water, although he cannot see much of the beach or the terrain on the other side of this slope, at least from this angle. Lu holds still for several seconds. Looking around deliberately. Apparently satisfied, he then begins moving again, crouching low and heading across the flat space towards a bluff farther to the east.

Once near the edge of the bluff, the Chinaman slides onto his belly and perches himself to get another view. With Carson staying even with the highbinder, both men hold their new position. Now, the survivalist can see the area below -- featuring the now-collapsed cave at the edge of the water -- the one that was devastated as a result of the explosions. When was that? An hour or less ago?

Carson sees activity around the cave, the stretch of beach and the rocky point. Men, probably ten or twelve total. A group of several gathered near the rocky point and standing fast; a few others moving about in the general area -- either on patrol or looking for something. Of course, he also sees a number of dead bodies in the area, especially in the area near the rocky point, where the group is gathered.

Mr. Lu pokes Artemus in his side, using one of his knuckles. He gestures as if writing something, then points to Carson and gestures as if holding a small item. He shrugs, as if indicating a question rather than a statement.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 141):

Once he takes in the scene, ENS heads down to where the women are gathered, gesturing to Travis to follow. Once down the slope he gathers with the men, gets all their attention, and speaks (also deliberately keeping his voice in control, to prevent yelling).

How is everyone's hearing doing?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 145):

No one can hear the professor's words.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 146):

Frustrated, Cole looks at the professor and shakes his head.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 144):

Art interprets the gesture as asking if he has something with which to write. He's not sure, probably, but might be noisy digging it out. He feels for a twig or stick on the ground - something small, just an inch or two long. Find it, he holds it like a quill. All this is done deliberately for Mr. Lu to see. Art extends the sleeve of his trench coat holding the edge between his middle and ring finger and his palm. He angles it to the moonlight. It's covered in even more grit than usual. Art uses it to scratch away some dirt. He licks it and tries again to see if that improves it. Art shrugs, that's as good as it's going to get. He extends his sleeve and offers the stick to Mr. Lu.

Lu watches the survivalist. He shakes his head at the stick. He holds both hands close together in front of his face, as if holding something, and then angling it towards the moonlight. The highbinder points to himself, gestures as if holding the imaginary item again, and then he points to Carson, as if handing him the object.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 144):

[No change to PC action]

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 149):

Art remembers the note, still in hand and offers it to Mr. Lu.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 151):

The highbinder takes the paper, attempting to hold it so Artemus can see the words. He taps the word "diversion" three times before pointing towards the men below and then pointing at Carson.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 138):

JEB shakes his head to indicate he can’t hear what Cole is saying.

In reply to Lu Heng Bo (msg # 152):

Art nods. Realizing that the point of the diversion it to be able to move the women... somewhere but being so new to the group, he's not sure where they'll moving to. Art points to the same word and gestures to what might seem like possible locations for the diversion and looks toward Mr. Lu for guidance.

OOC: Presuming Mr Lu provides such...

Art removes the Winchester from his shoulder and offers it to Mr. Lu. He gives a singular nod and makes a fist and gives a singular and small shake.

Heading off, Art tries to be a quiet as possible.


01:09, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Move silently.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 154):

Lu gestures towards the collapsed cave. It appears that the highbinder wants Carson to keep the constables' attention on the immediate vicinity.

The Chinaman shakes his head, declining the offer of the rifle.
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~Time to get a wiggle on,~ Jake decided. In spite of the wimmins' apparent willingness to co-operate, the Texan was of the opinion that staying in place and trying to hide that large a group was a losing hand. The other alternative was to get them moving, away from the beach -- where he reckoned that people who were coming to investigate all the noise and goings-on would go first for a look-see.

The fact that he still could not hear nor effectively converse with his pards was an aggravation. But he reckoned that it wouldn't matter all that much with the wimmin, since he couldn't speak their lingo any way. Jake had come to believe that some people -- even wimmin -- had a natural leadership ability, in a differing measure. Over the past few minutes he had picked out the females who seemed to exhibit this trait.

He had also put his soldier's eye for terrain to use, and failing to see any gullies or ravines that would serve, he decided that their best bet for the sort of human cattle drive that he had in mind would be to have the "cattle" hug the lower portion of the hills as they moved away from the beach. They might still be seen if anyone who happened to be located atop any of the surrounding hills was looking in their direction, but the rifleman figured that it was the best course of action, based upon the cards that he had been dealt.

Jake took a moment to seek out the women whom he considered to be the leaders of the females. With each of them he pointed to the route that he intended to take, then made a man/woman walking sign with two of his fingers. After he was reasonably certain that at least some of the women with whom he had signed understood his intent, he started off walking the path that he intended to use, stopping to look back in order to confirm that the women were starting to follow along behind him.

Although he couldn't talk to his pards, he reckoned that his intent would soon become clear enough . . .

OOC: Added missing word. No substantive changes.

PS. Added a few more words. Still no substantive changes
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As the men attempt to communicate, only find their hearing still lacking -- even as JEB and ENS feel the ringing continuing to fade -- the rifleman tries to organize the women. Artemus had started the process; Jake now continues it. Having noticed the few older women who had helped Lu Heng Bo to secure the businessmen in the cavern, the Texan did his best to get those three to understand his intentions.

He wasn't sure whether they had taken his meaning, but when Richardson started to move the women started to follow him, still in pairs.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 157):

Attempting to assist Jake in achieving his purpose, using gestures, Cole encourages the women to follow the path the rifleman is establishing.

While pursuing this task, the assumes a defensive position to guard the column of females.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 157):

Seeing the group start to move out startles ENS, but he runs to the front and stops Jake momentarily. He pulls out his notebook again, edits Lu's note, and shows it to Jake.

"Constables on beach. Lookout on hill. Go west before north. Hurry. I tell Xu meet you at north beach (camp). I take one man."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 157):

JEB watches the Texan organize and begin to move the women, all the while wondering why we are hiding from the law. We are engaged in a noble purpose. The women are freed from a despicable and illegal enterprise. The law should be our ally at this juncture. JEB seeks out the professor and asks whether his hearing is well enough for a conversational tone.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 160):

OOC: As has been confirmed in PM with both ENS and JEB, both of them can now hear, with some lingering damage. The lawman and the professor may engage in conversation if they speak in normal tones.

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OOC: Having said the above, the Judge feels the need to comment on something else. The Judge has no problem with JEB's post. His thoughts are his own and quite reasonable from the lawman's perspective. Meanwhile:

The men aren't hiding. They cannot hide 35 people under the current circumstances, as the Judge has attempted to make clear previously. Iffin' the Judge were to edit JEB's post -- a thing that players know doesn't happen -- I would have used "avoiding the law" instead of "hiding from the law."

Please dispel the notion of hiding at this time -- except for Art, who is on his own. It may be possible to avoid drawing attention, as Jake is attempting to do. If the group really wanted to hide, the secret cavern where they fought the battle would be the best place to hide 35 people. At least in the Judge's opinion.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 161):

So far, so good.

Travis waits for the team's leadership to get things in motion, after which, unless he is directed otherwise, will render support. Said support will likely be as a rearguard.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 154):

Art heads north, then circles east towards the beach. He'd like to arrive on the beach unseen, so as he nears it he pauses to determine if the coast is clear. OOC:(no pun intended.)

12:58, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 4 using 1d20+2.  Spot on beach.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 161):

Jake assumed the writing was that of Mr. Xu's man, who apparently had been putting his time to good use by doing some scouting. As Jake had kinda figured, the shenanigans had attracted attention, and Mr. Xu's man had instructed them to move west and then north, and to meet Mr. Xu himself at the fishermen's camp on the beach to the north of where the dust-up had occurred . . . and to hurry.

Jake was not much at picking out the various constellations in the night sky, but he was pretty sure that he could spot the North Star, which told him that he generally had the women moving in the right direction.

Just about then JEB walked up and said something to the Perfesser. Jake nodded to signify that he understood the note, and handed it back to the easterner before turning to lead the women on their trek.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 163):

OOC: Taking liberties...

Arriving at the beach unseen and unheard Art unloads and stashes the Winchester in scrub at the edge of the beach. He makes his way south, a 100 yards or so staying at the edge between the scrub and the beach. As he gets to the point where he will be seen, he moves closer to the waters edge. Before he advances he pauses to observe.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 161):

JEB follows up on his initial comments to the professor and points to the note written by Bo, “I’m not of a mind to follow this diversion plan and think it more appropriate to hand over the women to the constables below, but I’m open to debate. What do you think?”

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 165):

Carson picked his way, slowly, northward along the ridge line in order to reach the area of the beach he had intended. He had hoped to avoid detection, but he couldn't be sure whether he was noticed as he finally begins his descent. At one point, he had seen another man on the hill -- presumably a constable -- although he didn't have time to study the figure while also continuing his progress and avoiding the gaze of others. Meanwhile, most of the constables at the rocky point area had stayed in place.

Now, as Art reaches the edge of the last ridgeline, where it meets the beach, it looks like that group of men is breaking up. He could begin to unload the Winchester, but he might not have time as two men are heading in his direction. They are roughly 50 yards away.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 166):

Satisfied that Jake is going with the 'plan', such as it is, ENS walks with JEB to talk.

It's good that you can hear again sheriff... I was worried that we all might be deaf.

He pauses a moment to consider JEB's words, rubbing his chin.

Considering these brothels have operated unhindered for so long, are you sure that these women wouldn't be handed back to the gangs? Also, we have killed quite a few men in a fight we started... I doubt that will be overlooked, no matter how noble!

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 168):

You make an astute point about the women being handed back to the gangs. We have taken Mr Xu’s motives at face value, but for all we know he could be a slaver as well. I’d feel more secure in the women’s safety if we turned them over to the constables yonder.

Oblivious to any conversations in his vicinity, Jake continued to lead the group of women in the direction that he had previously chosen for them. He was mindful of the fact that Mr. Xu's man had confirmed that there were men somewhere up on the crests of the surrounding hills -- men who had undoubtedly been posted as watchers.

Consequently, the Texan did his best to chose a route that hugged the bottom of the hills, and stuck to the shadows and dark places as much as possible.

OOC: Replaced incorrect word with the correct one; no substantive change.
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Jake Richardson continues to lead the line of women. Cole Trayne keeps pace with the line, on the left flank, watching for trouble. ENS RInggenberg and James Beauregard walk side-by-side, talking in normal tones, about 20 feet behind the wrangler. Taking the rearguard position, Travis Sunday follows the line of women.

Only a minute or two has passed since Jake started the procession, but already he believes they are moving out of sight of the hilltop under which the secret Tong cavern remains.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 171):

As Cole guides and guards the flank, he continues to look for any signs of danger - birds suddenly taking flight, metallic glint in the distance, swaying bushes... and other telltale signs of activity.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 167):

Art shoulders both rifles and continues on until he makes contact.

Heavy on the Aussie accent:

"G'day. Heard a bit o' strife down here and thought I should check on me fishin' mates."

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 173):

"Stop where you are," orders one of the two constables. "Hands where we can see them." He holds a hogleg, pointed at Art's chest.

The other constable calls out to others back towards the rocky point.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 174):

Art makes no sudden moves.

Don't get all aggro on me, mate. I addressed you, ain't on me if you're not paying attention.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 175):

Like the survivalist, the constable makes no sudden moves. Others are coming to the second constable's call.

The first lawman maintains his aim on the unmoving Carson. "What did you hear?"

OOC: Seeing as these constables have witnessed the results of the battle here, you can't blame a man -- lawman or not -- for having his weapon at the ready in these circumstances.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 176):

Rolling thunder. Thought powder keg might have blown. Maybe a ship in distress. And like you, I wanted to see if I could assist.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 177):

The constable neither relaxes nor tenses. As he follows up, two other policemen arrive. The one who called out to them now scans the slope.

"What are you doing out at this hour?"

OOC: Now home, the Judge will be providing a map with Art's position. Probably today.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 178):

Ah. You're the simple one. Art looks to another constable, the one nearest to the one who just asked the question, and tries to sound like an Aussie trying to sound like a yank.

I'm out because... Art looks to the simple constable... I heard a gosh dang explosion... Art looks back to the second constable... and I thought I could help. I have friends down her. Fishermen. Sailors. Mates I don't even know but who might need help. I'm not a bloody sheep.

And so how may I best be of assistance?

OOC: Profanity redacted.
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 179):

One of the policemen that had just arrived speaks up in reply to Art's question.

"You could keep a civil tongue when speaking to my constable, mate." He stresses the last word in a poorly executed version of an Aussie accent.

"Since I am not the simple one, you can tell me where you were when you heard the explosion."

There is no question that this lawman is sizing up the survivalist. And his tone is more of an order, than a question.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 169):

Well, Mr. Conway vouched for Mr. Xu, and Jake vouches for Conway... and better the devil you know, yes? Besides, Mr. Xu is the one we made an agreement with and it was fairly clear that he did not want the police involved.

ENS briefly pauses once again.

...and if you recall, I speculated that his motivation may be that one of these women is related to him somehow... I suppose we could try to determine that now?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 180):

OOC: Art uses his "Streetwise" ability to provide meaningful details to the constables in order to convince them that his stated actions are true; that he was uninvolved in the cave explosion (true); and to understand their motives beyond just "investigating."

09:36, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 23 using 1d20+4.  Streetwise.

Please excuse my incivility, it was born of concern and frustration. I was in the bush up there, Art points up the beach to the north, just being a bludger and enjoying the night and the stars. I have a room in town, but honestly, all that finery is a bit much. Earlier I'd seen several mink scurrying by and wanted to get a feel for if I could make a crust doing a bit of trapping.

Anyway, in the peacefulness of the night - I heard a huge explosion. Being a bit o' an old salt myself, it didn't sound like cannon - more like - something blew. I was thinking it's likely a powder keg and maybe on a boat.

Some fellas run from danger; for better or worse, that ain't never been my style. I'd rather see what needs doing and then go do it.

So, here I am.

Jake continued to lead the women forward in the direction that he had chosen, continuing to favor the low and shadowy areas at the bottom of the hills whenever possible.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 181):

I’m a lawman by trade, as you are well aware, so I’m predisposed to transparency in legal matters. Having said that, I do recall our agreement with the chinaman so I’ll honor it for now. Let’s see how this plays out.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 182):

Carson wasn't sure how far up the ladder this here lawman might be, but he had delivered a story he hoped would resonate with what appeared to be the leader of the gathered constables.

Nothing to do for the moment, until he could gauge the lawman's reaction. For the moment, in the darkness, Carson waited to hear the policeman's reply.

OOC: The Judge is waiting for a skill check by the survivalist . . .

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 183):

So far, so good, thought the Texan. They were making progress. Having walked for several minutes, the rifleman had not seen nor heard any adversaries. His intuition told them that they had moved clear of the main hilltop with the bluffs above the now-destroyed cave. He had, to the best of his ability, kept them moving roughly to the north and west. Now, he found himself thinking it was time to start heading more to the north -- and eventually back east to the Xu's beach camp -- as per the professor's indications.

OOC: Based on JEB's post, the Judge is moving forward with Jake's movement in leading the women. PCs may continue to post freely as the movement continues, making skill checks, posting thoughts or actions, etc, as desired.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 185):

The Judge should look at Art's post again, unless I'm missing something...

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 187):

"Nothing much you can do to help, unless you know anything about what happened over yonder." The lawman gestures with his thumb, motioning over his shoulder towards the rocky point and cave to the south.

"Best if you clear out and leave this to us."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 188):

OOC: Here's my shitty roll du jour:
11:35, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 2 using 1d20.  Diplomacy.

Art looks over the constable's shoulder towards the ruin of the cave.

Good Lord! Was anyone injured? I have experience with treating serious injuries from the Great Rebellion.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 183):

As Cole continues to support Jake as he guides the women along the terrain, he elects to carefully, but discretely, scrutinize the women. He finds himself wondering if there might be an imposter planted into the group of women. Consequently, he begins to look for anything out of the ordinary among their new charges:  Hidden weapons, inconsistent clothing, a distinctly different manner of walking.

Spot: 12

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 189):

"Too late for that." The lawman pauses for a few moments, then turns to his subordinates. "Back to your posts," he states, gesturing to two of the men. They begin to move away, leaving Carson facing the one doing the talking and the one Art had called "the simple one."

Returning his attention to the survivalist, the policeman picks up the thread of conversation.

"Nothing for your help, here. Assure me you had naught to do with this explosion and then you can go back to your trapping and such."

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 190):

Over the several minutes of walking, Cole did his best to surreptitiously inspect the young women. His conclusion:

They all look like young Chinese females, to his eye in the darkness of night. Moreover, the wrangler reckons that his observations were noticed by one or two of the women, despite his attempts to remain discreet.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 184):

ENS nods.

Very well, Sheriff... and rest assured, if things go sideways I'll be right there with you.

ENS looks over the women as he thinks about his previous statement.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 191):

Art's shoulders drop and his eyes close in a drawn our blink. No survivors, he says in a low voice, not quite under his breath.

He draws a deep breath and lets it out, the moonlight glinting in his green eyes as looks down the beach to site of the explosion - where they linger. After a long pause they rise to meet the Constable's. Indeed, sir, I had naught to do with this calamity, on my word of honor.

Art's eyes move back to the area around the damage...

20:33, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 25 using 1d20+14.  Spot clue.
20:31, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 12 using 1d20+1.  Earth&life_Sciences.
20:31, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 8 using 1d20+1.  Physical_sciences.

Art's eyes may be moving slowly, but his mind is racing. He attempts to locate some clue, any clue. He draws on his knowledge of science and looks for something that can extend this conversation and perhaps draw others into it as well.

Drawing a deep breath through his nose. You know, and his eyes turn back to the Constable, I think that smells... like... dynamite.

That weren't no powder keg, sir. And now that I think of it, maybe there was a bit more crack in sound it made.

Another pause. Of course, Art's eyebrows rise, I'm sure you've noticed right over there the...

OOC: Edited for grammar and omitted words.
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 194):

The lawman listens patiently as Carson rambles. When the survivalist's last thought trails off, the policeman shrugs.

"Not sure what you mean to say. What did you say your name was?"

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 195):

"Sorry, what?"

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 196):

"Your name, mate," answers the lawman, with less emphasis on the last word than his initial foray.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 197):

Oh, yes, you're right, you hadn't asked what with the kadoovas off on a leanaway. Art nods in the direction of the constables and smiles. But then ya palls ain't no dunny rats either, eh? Art winks at the man and nods in agreement.

So if you're not needin' any quality assistance then I'm goin' to crack fat with a Bonnie lass I know!

Well then, Art touches the brim of his hat in a slight tip, Good on ya' and don't get too gay in Botany Bay, if ya know what I mean!

With that Art starts on his way, continuing south.
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In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 198):

A guttural sound escapes from the lawman who had been doing the talking. He stares at the survivalist, who begins to walk past the two remaining lawmen on his path southward. It's a long hard stare, as if the lawman is trying to commit Carson's appearance to memory. Aside from the throaty sound, the policeman doesn't respond to Art's speech.

After Carson passes by the lawmen, he senses that the two of them have turned to follow him.

As things stand, Carson is now headed toward the rocky point, following the other two policeman who were sent back that way by the man in charge, not long ago.

OOC: Map is being updated to represent the current positions of Carson and the lawman.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 186):

As he continues to lead the line of women, Jake Richardson sees a fork in the path among the hills ahead. Last time he had such an option, he had taken the path northward rather than further west. This time, one path appears to curve eastward, the other more towards the north-northwest. The rifleman's quick assessment is that Cole Trayne will be able to see fork soon, while it won't come into view for ENS and JEB for a mite longer.

So far, they've walked roughly a half-mile, by the Texan's estimation.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 199):

Carson heads due south, whistling all the way - one of his old Aussie favorites - 'Jim Jones at Botney Bay.'

The cadence with which he's whistling could best be described as a funeral dirge.

At about 80 feet Art approaches and walks straight through large colony of yammering gulls which complain mightily as they take to the air heading southeastward directly over the two policemen sent back earlier. Bet your bellies are full! the survivalist chuckles to himself.

Where the bush extends onto the beach Carson steps up into it and heads southwestward to follow bush line. His footsteps falling almost silently the cricket stribling barely pauses as he passes. For all the chaos earlier, the waves still break in the bay, the air is surprisingly fresh and stars still scintillate.

Just before reaching the brushwood, which generally follows the first ridge line leading up the slope of the hill, Carson hears the lawman speak. The two policeman had continued to follow the survivalist -- now that Art is beginning to cut closer to the bush line, and generally away from the now demolished cave, the lawman speaks again.

"You are on my list now, mate. Aussie on the shoot, I figure. Doubly, if you fail to offer your name."
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 202):

Art turns and looks to the lawman, "I already told you, gave you my word that I wasn't involved in this. I've offered my assistance and was roundly rejected."

Glancing among them and back to the lawman, Art smiles, "Carson. Artemus Carson. a pause, but just for a moment, And having set the gentlemanly example regarding introductions, I've no doubt you'll show yourself to be of equal measure, sir."

Art awaits the lawman's name in return.
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"Herrera, Franklin. Sergeant," replies the lawman, with a slight nod of his head as he stops. "And I heard you give your word, first time. Did not hear you give a name. Any man carrying two rifles who refuses to give his name winds up on my list, whatever else he might say."

Herrera pauses for a moment. "A pleasant morning to you, Mister Carson."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 204):

The Survivalist nods, "And the rest of the day to you, Sergeant."

He turns and continues as described.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 200):

Jake halted when he came to the spot where the little path that he had been following forked in two different directions, and he glanced up at the North Star in order to confirm what his innate sense of direction was telling him.

He knew that Cole was pretty close by, moving with the gaggle of wimmin, but he wasn't certain how far behind the Perfesser, JEB, and Travis might be. So he took a moment to find a few stones which he used lay out a crude arrow on the ground, pointing up the fork that headed off to the north-northwest, by his estimation.

Once finished, he glanced back at the nearest heathen women and smiled, waving a hand in a casual "Y'all just keep on followin' along with me" motion. Then he set off down the path in the direction that he had chosen.

The Survivalist makes his way Southwest to a point under the bluff as indicated in the center of the map. From there he attempts to see what might be happening down at the site of the explosion.

13:36, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 16 using 1d20+14.  Spot happenings on the beach.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 206):

Travis follows the last of the women making sure none break from the pack or are left behind.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 207):

Almost as soon as he reaches his desired destination, Carson spots one of the lawmen walking up the slope. He appears to be headed directly in the survivalist's direction.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 209):

Not seeing anything of particular import, Art follows the bush line, heading roughly north at a good clip. Anyone trying to play catch up and follow him will like will need to run.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 206):

After a few minutes traversing the path along the fork Jake had chosen, the rifleman finds himself -- and the train of women -- angling more and more westward. Straining to see more of what lay ahead, Richardson notices a number of things:

Another hundred yards or so ahead, the hills begin to flatten out a mite, opening into a more open space on either side of what appears to be a mostly north-south road. If they continue on this path, the Texan figures to intersect with the road. Moreover, the crisp night air now carries the odors of livestock, borne on a breeze that passes through the contingent.

On a hilltop to his left, some 50 yards to the west, a lone rider moseys his mount along at a walking pace. It doesn't take more than two heartbeats for the rifleman to savvy the likelihood that his column of women and heroes has been noticed by the rider.

A pop in his ear distracts him from all else -- especially when he realizes his hearing is returning. Sounds of the night fill his head as if they had been let in through a gate, like cattle pushing through the chute into the pen.

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OOC: Each of the heroes who had suffered 25% permanent damage find their hearing returning. See PMs. All of the heroes escorting the women now register the smells of livestock, although Jake is the only one who can see the road up ahead. Any who desire may make a Spot check in order to witness the rider atop the hill.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 206):

Having made his decision, and taking advantage of Jake's pause in the march, ENS moves to the front of the column of girls and addresses the first few in a moderate voice in Mandarin: Can you hear me? Do any of you know the honorable Xu Jie Jing?

ENS will proceed down the column of girls, asking the same question until he gets a response or reaches the end. He will also watch for unspoken responses.

OOC: Let me know if I need to roll anything.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 212):

The professor reaches the end without any reply, other than shakes of the head from a handful of the women, including the few who had shown some indications of leadership during and since the battle in the Tong cave. When Jake moves on, the women follow the rifleman.

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OOC: The Judge is ruling that this occurred before the Judge's msg # 211 (which I believe was the professor's intent). Because ENS hadn't logged in for a few days, the Judge had continued the narrative beyond this time, in msg # 211. That post will stand as is, with this one occurring before that, but yielding no results. If ENS wants to press the matter further, he must do so AFTER anything presented in # 211 (as well as any PC posts that may follow-up on #211).

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 213):

~'Bout damned time,~ Jake thought to himself as he heard a soft "pop" in his ears, then all of a sudden he could hear crickets and other normal night-time noises . . . not quite as well as he could before, for his left ear still seemed a mite plugged. He leaned his head to the left and tapped his ear with his hand, much as one might do to dislodge water after a summertime dip in the swimmin'-hole, but the Texan could discern no noticeable improvement in his hearing.

The rifleman wondered if his hearing would fully return over time, or whether what he was hearing now -- which was pretty good, truth be told -- was as good as it was likely to get. ~After all them battles in the war, to git buggered-up in a little dust-up like the one back yonder in the cave . . .~ Jake shook his head, wondering at the sometimes-inconsistencies of life.

The Texan turned his attention back to the surrounding landscape, and gave the nearby rider off on the hilltop a cheerful wave. Just about then, he heard the Perfesser coming in his direction, the easterner seemingly working his way along the column, speaking to the heathen wimmin in their own lingo.

Relieved that he could now communicate freely, Jake turned to the easterner as ENS approached him. "Got a rider off to the west a mite. See him over yonder? I'm a-hopin' that he's ridin' night-watch on that livestock we're smellin', an' not one o' them Look-outs like Mr. Xu's man wrote about in his note."

"I'm goin' to lead us in the die-reckshunn of that road up yonder. It seems to be headin' off to the north, which suits our purposes. I don't much favor our bein' out in the open all that much, but I figure that it mayhaps could look a mite suss-pishuss to that rider yonder if'n we avoid the easier-goin' on the road an' skulk around back in the shadows."

"Any ways, seein' as how you're a damn sight smarter'n me, I'll let you take the lead an' do the talkin' if'n that feller moseys over for a palaver."
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As Cole continues to escort the women, a barely disguised look of relief appears momentarily on his face when he realizes that some of his hearing has only just returned.

In reply to Artemus Carson (msg # 210):

Remembering the various notes he read this night, Art heads for where he thinks he can reunite with his companions; pausing occasionally to to make sure he isn't followed.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 214):

ENS nodded at Jake's statement and replied. I'll let the others know.

He then proceeded with his task with the women, to no avail. Once he reaches the back end of the column, he pauses and waits for Travis to get to him.

Jake says there's a rider west of us about a mile... Jake will lead us down to the road below then head north... any concerns?


OOC: I was actually waiting to see if JEB had any final reply, but it works either way. I'm not sure if Jake thought ENS started at the back and worked up towards him, but I tried to work it all in above.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 217):

Travis now suffering permanent hearing loss in his left ear turns his head to hear the professor better.  Then replies...

Wherever the Chinese want the girls taken is fine by me.  Whoever is in front makes the call, like on the trail.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 214):

Jake continues to lead the women, reaching the road he had seen some 100 yards back. Keeping an eye on the nearby hill to the west, the rifleman notices that the rider watches the procession for maybe a dozen or more seconds before turning his mount and heading west, eventually retreating from sight by the time Jake reaches the hard-packed-earth road.

Glancing to the south, he sees the road heading towards what appear to be ranches, mostly on the western side of the road. Looking north -- the direction he intends to go, he sees the south end of San Francisco a quarter mile or so ahead. The road cuts through more hills on both sides.

Art move quietly to place that he thinks might suit his need and waits and watches.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 219):

Jake watched the rider move off to the west, and hoped that his hunch that the man was handling night-herd duties was correct. The man wasn't pushing his horse at a lickety-split pace, but he wasn't moving at a lackadaisical mosey, neither . . . the Texan judged that the rider was moving with a purpose, but he wasn't too sure what it might be.

Now that he had reached the fairly flat surface of the hard-packed road, Jake took advantage of the easier going to pick up the pace some, himself. He glanced over his shoulder every now and again, to confirm that the women who were following were not struggling o'er-much to maintain the livelier pace . . .

OOC: Edit: The details regarding the pace at which the rider is moving off to the west were discussed with the Judge in a PM (i.e., Jake ain't just makin' this up). :).
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In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 221):

Travis mosies along.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 218):

ENS nods at Travis' reply then moves to catch up with JEB and relays the same information. He looks towards the hill but doesn't see anything.

Any additional concerns Sheriff?

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 221):

As the professor continues to solicit input from the typically reticent ex-sheriff, the rifleman continues to lead the column of women.

Before long, all thirty of the young females have reached the dark -- and at this hour, lonely -- road. The women do indeed match Jake's pace, as he had hoped they would.

Sooner than he expected, the top floor of the Albion castle comes into view, to the east of the road. Ahead, the Texan sees the wagon trail branching off the road and heading toward the brewery. Can't really call it a road in comparison to this one but Jake now recognizes where he is, having come this way previously -- albeit from an entirely different starting point than the Tong cave.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 223):

Appears Jake would make a competent scout

JEB picks up the necessary speed to join the Texan at the front of the line.

Once he spotted the higher parts of the Albion Brewery, Jake knew where he was -- in a general sense. But since he had never spent any time honing his navigating skills, he was feeling a mite unsure of his ability to get the column from where they were at the moment to another exact spot -- the fish-camp on the beach, where, hopefully, they would find Mr. Xu waiting for them.

Taking a deep breath, the Texan turned to face the women who were at the head of the column. He smiled, and made a hand-sign for them to stop, or halt. Then he began walking down the length of the column, motioning for any of his pards within eye-shot to come meet him. He spotted JEB moving in his direction, and asked the Missourian to help gather the white men for a quick palaver.

Once everyone had gathered 'round, Jake spoke up. He motioned at the Albion. "Yonder's the brewery, so I reckon that this road we're on will take us north to 'Frisco, if we stay on it long enough."

"I reckon that we can hit the beach north of the Albion, an' that's how I reached the fish camp last time 'round -- workin' along the coast, headin' north from the brewery."

"But I ain't spotted the path that we took previous, an' I ain't feelin' very confident 'bout findin' it in the dark. I reckon I could point us so that we'd hit the ocean from here, but it won't do no good if'n we end up lookin' down on it from a high cliff, with no way to git down thaere."

"Which is a long-winded way of sayin' that I need a little help, navigatin'-wise. An' once we figure out the best way to go from here, I don't mind either stayin' in the lead, nor handin' off to somebody else."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 226):

ENS chimes in.

Well, we could go through the brewery's grounds, where we know there is beach access. But we may come across the caretaker... and since I sent Fritz, Luke, and Lyman there with the bodies of the others, the possibility that police are there cannot be dismissed... I'd say continuing north and watching for that trail carefully is our best bet.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 227):

Deep in thought, Cole strokes his beard.

Might be worthwhile seeing what JEB thinks. I spent much time on the trail with him. Always thought he had a fairly good sense of direction.

Jake listened to what the Perfesser had to say, and nodded his head in agreement with the easterner. "Yeah, I think I could find the way down to the beach by the same path as what we used afore if'n I could start at the brewery. But I'm like you -- I'm a mite shy about tryin' to slip this whole gaggle of fee-males by on the sly when there may be poe-leece thaere, or at the least thaere's a good chance that folks'll be stirred up an' watchful 'cause of all the goin's-on tonight."

Then Cole spoke up, mentioning a thought that also occurred to Jake. Turning to the Missourian, he said, "JEB, I reckon that Cole's got the right of it. I also recollect that you're better'n a fair hand at navigatin'. You got any sug-jesschunns?"

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 229):

I can navigate to the beach from here but there’s a moderate risk of getting twisted. The brewery is the surest bet. We can send a scout to signal all clear and wait for the column. If the area is compromised, the scout signals that outcome and we find another route while the scout moves hastily to catch up. Any volunteers for scouting?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 224):

Travis remains alert as the rearguard.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 230):

The wrangler shrugs and glances to the assembled men.

Reckon we could wait to see what Art has to say when he gets back. But,
 not too long. Don't rightly think it's a good idea to be standing around with a bunch of Chinese women in tow. If he don't return soon, I guess I could go fetch Bess and take a ride about the area?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 232):

Hmmm, I don't think we can wait for Mr. Carson... Also, I think we just want someone to approach the brewery yonder to determine if the police are there, right?

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 233):

Alright, go on ahead Cole and make sure the brewery is clear. I’ll lead the column up the wagon trail shortly behind.

Navigate = 23 to the Albion along the wagon trail.
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In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 234):

With Cole volunteering to scout the brewery grounds and JEB saying that he would lead the column, Jake decided that he would fall back down the line a ways and act as a flanker.

He had noticed that his hearing had not entirely returned in his left ear, so he decided to walk to the right of the column, with his bad ear on the side of the wimmin -- who were mostly silent, but whose lingo he couldn't understand any ways . . .

It's been peaceful sitting in the night. Night creatures and human sounds aplenty, but the Survivalist is becoming concerned that something is amiss...

Not sufficient gunfire for them to have been caught. So where might they have gotten to?

Ah. Abby-somebody... What was that he said?

Right. Time to go. 

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 235):

Cole nods towards the men.

I'll be right back. Or, at least, that's the plan. If I'm not back in about an hour, I've probably stepped in something. Anyway, sit tight.

The wrangler then heads towards the Albion. He is careful to leverage the terrain to conceal himself as much as possible from any possible observers. As he walks, he looks for any path to high ground that might allow him to see further without obstruction.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 237):

Cole Trayne finds himself atop a hillock after several minutes of walking, not far from the Albion. He can see the castle structure ahead, although details are difficult in the dark. He notices lamp light on the top floor.

A breeze from the bay wafts over the wrangler; he inhales the aromas of the India Basin as he looks around. Trayne cannot see the water from here, but remembers that it isn't far, beneath a slope from the brewery's hill.

After pausing at this vantage point for more than a dozen seconds now, the wrangler notices two men standing on the edge of the ridge, about 20 yards from the castle. They are partly in shadow. Perhaps conversing; definitely looking north and south along the basin's shoreline.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 238):

Noticing the two men, the wrangler looks for an approach that would continue to keep him hidden while simultaneously allowing him to get closer. Cole is hopeful that he can get near enough to perhaps get a better look at the figures on the ridge. Even better if he can perhaps hear snatches of their conversation, should they in fact be speaking.

Prior to making the attempt to get closer, from his vantage point, Cole looks to determine if an obscured path exists that will allow Jake to guide the women unobserved to the Albion or in the direction of the beach, perhaps using the slope as a means to shield the group.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 239):

Art notices the two watchmen, and then a third more familiar silhouette. Art watches to see who takes notice of whom.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 239):

The wrangler considers his options. He figures he could get closer, but the nearer he gets, the more the risk of being seen or heard, of course. Getting close enough to hear their conversation without being noticed is unlikely, in Trayne's estimation, especially as the men shift their positions slightly, meandering the ridge line even as the wrangler observes. Such a tactic would involve moving onto the grounds of the Albion to find suitable cover within hearing range.

Figuring on the approach of the column -- which couldn't be too far behind him now, maybe a few minutes if JEB had indeed begun leading the column shortly after the wrangler's departure -- Cole assesses the situation. As for avoiding detection on any approach to the Albion . . . well, Trayne doesn't see any options for that. Either of the men on the ridge could turn his head at any moment, easily noticing a column of marchers approaching. For that matter, Cole himself might be observed at any moment. As the heroes already know, trying to get to the beach by a more southerly route will bring them closer to the demolished cave at the rocky point -- so going in that direction seems unwise if the pards still want to avoid the lawmen. That leaves only one possible route, circling farther to the north, which takes the marching party closer to the outskirts of San Francisco. And through terrain that none of the men have explored, unless they go back to the main road.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 235):

Seeing Jake take a flank position to the column's right, ENS moves to the opposite flank and prepares for movement. He takes a moment to quietly address the women.

(In mandarin)We will move again soon, stay close together and please stay quiet.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 241):

JEB waits 10 minutes from Cole’s departure before moving the column at a slow 1x movement rate to give the wrangler sufficient time, hopefully, to scout the area and report back.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 241):

Pausing a moment to consider his options, the wrangler slowly moves back into the concealing shadows and terrain. He returns quickly to the group to report back to the others.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 243):

After a few minutes of waiting, two things demand the attention of the heroes waiting at the intersection of the north/south road and the wagon trail to the east.

First, both Richardson and Sunday catch a glimpse of a rider on a hilltop to the west. Possibly the same one Jake saw earlier, but the mount and rider are too far away -- perhaps two hundred yards -- to make any positive identification.

Second, Beauregard and Ringgengberg see a group of figures -- four or five at a glance -- moving towards them from the north, along the road. Although neither man can be certain as to whether their party has been seen by the approaching group, at least as of yet, it seems quite likely that their column of more than 30 people will be noticed soon, if not already.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 245):

OOC: Can you give time of day and distance we can see out too?

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 246):

OOC: As the Judge has stated many times, it is the dead of night. If Travis Sunday posseses a timepiece, it owuld read some time after 1 a.m. The rest you can figure out.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 245):

Jake took note of a rider as the man and his horse crested a hill a goodly ways away off to the west, but was not especially concerned at this point.

Most likely it's the same feller who I saw earlier, the Texan reasoned. That's the die-reckshunn that I saw him ridin' off towards, an' I don't reckon that there are all that many riders out at this time of night.

Art has a bit of a feel for where his pards might be based on where Cole is heading.

OOC: Judge: A map would be helpful if you need specifics.

Art still wants to draw off the local constabulary and so attempts to go around the lookout to end up on the opposite side of them from his friends and at a distance of several hundred yards. Maybe half a mile or more and ideally over some hill out of sight. He tries to move silently but also cuts a wide margin.

10:58, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 20 using 1d20+4.  Move silently.

Once he gets to what he thinks is a good spot, he unleashes the Bull Roarer to disrupt the night.

OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bw5_FJWViWo
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 247):

JEB instructs the men that we need to move on the wagon trail towards the brewery at a quick pace. He begins leading the column in that direction at 2x speed.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 250):

As JEB had taken the point leading the column and Jake had moved to the flank, the lawman now has control of the column of young women. Travis remains in rearguard. ENS finds himself the last to move, taking the opposite flank from the rifleman.

Richardson and Sunday get the optimal look at the approaching group as the wagon trail curves around a small hillock and surrounding bush, temporarily providing some cover for the quickly moving column of heroes and women.

Five men. Five boisterous men. Probably drunkards, wandering the road after kicking up a row somewhere along the Barbary Coast.

Sunday gets the last look. He has no doubt that the oncoming men had spotted the column; however, the gunslinger observes no indications that the men have taken more than a passing interest.

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Cole had walked westward for only a minute or two before he saw JEB and the column approaching, double-time. The wrangler believes he has seen his pards and their charges before JEB -- now at the point -- has spotted him.

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Art had approached the Albion, stopping when he saw the lookouts on the ridge line, not far from the water. He sees the wrangler, but only for a moment, as Cole turns and moves to the west. The survivalist thinks of a plan to provide another diversion. Desiring to position himself on the other side of the castle, he realizes the only way he can do so is to follow Trayne to the west and then circle north. Moreover, it occurs to Carson that he might follow Cole back to the others.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 251):

Before Cole moves to rejoin the group, he gazes around to see if anyone else is in the vicinity.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 251):

JEB halts the column and looks for any signals from the wrangler.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 252):

Cole gazes around for several seconds, but in the partial moonlight, he sees no one else in the immediate area. Before he can turn around and look behind him, he sees the column stop -- at JEB's command. The lawman appears to be looking toward the wrangler, as if waiting for him to signal or move.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 251):

Realizing that it's not possible to execute his plan, he follow after Cole, still cautious.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 254):

After meeting Jeb's gaze, Cole heads directly towards the sheriff.

As he approaches, he holds up his hand showing while simultaneously showing two fingers and points in the general direction of the ridgeline. However, unsure if JEB will be able to see or understand his gesture, he increases his pace.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 256):

Seeing Cole approach, JEB awaits his arrival for a scouting report. In the meantime his gaze turns toward the ridgeline.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 254):

Travis sings a tune under his breath as we awaits the next action of the column.

Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
     For we have received orders
     For to sail to old England,
But we hope in a short time to see you again.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 257):

Two men near the edge of the ridge. Close to the Albion. I thought to try and draw them off, but I figured you and the boys shouldn't be guessing about what is going on. We need a plan.

A biting breeze sweeps in from the India Basin, as the wrangler delivers his report to the lawman. The moonlight dims as clouds drift by.

The column of women waits obediently. ENS and Jake at the flanks see JEB and Cole conversing. Travis hums and mumbles.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 260):

ENS uses the pause to take a good look around the area for any signs of the men the others have observed.

OOC: Let me know if I should roll anything.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 259):

I meant for you to actually get a close enough look to identify them. Talk to them if you have to. Hell, this is getting tiresome. Xu’s man can come lead this column. Let’s move out.

JEB leads the column up the wagon trail as if he owned it.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 262):

Cole shrugs and follows along.

Works for me.

JEB continues to lead the column of women. His pards maintain their positions, with the exception of the wrangler now at the front of the column alongside the lawman.

Walking in general silence for a minute or so, Trayne recognizes the area just ahead, including the hillock where he had stopped to observe the men on the ridge line. The front of the column is roughly 60 yards from that small rise. The wagon trail curves left, that is, generally northeast toward the Albion brewery, where the trail ends -- another 100 yards (or so) beyond the rise. The upper floors of Albion castle are now visible to everyone in the procession, looming over the low hills, with a dim lantern light glowing from the top floor.

The lookouts that Cole had seen on the ridge line aren't visible at this point. From this vantage point, JEB and Cole cannot be certain whether the party has been spotted, or even if the pair of watchers are still on the ridge or somewhere else nearby.

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OOC: The Judge believes he understood the basic intent of JEB's statement in msg # 262. At this time, having moved the group forward along the wagon trail in this narrative, the Judge prefers to have a more specific statement of action -- such as the destination or continued path that JEB has in mind, speed of movement, weapon readiness, etc. As of this pause in the narrative, the column is still moving and the default would be to march up to the brewery as that is where the trail goes. The pause is to allow for PC confirmation (or amendment) of the details.

PCs may converse as always -- and anyone may state their own actions even if not at the front of the line. The Judge will give all PCs some time to post, 24-48 hours before moving on with the next default narrative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 264):

JEB leads the column at 1x speed up the trail to the brewery and back to main road towards the north beach. JEB also states his intent to his pards for any objections to the intended route.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 265):

Cole glances in JEB's direction as they are walking.

Reckon I could raise a bit of a ruckus to draw any nosy folks away from you and the rest of the group? I was about ready to do that before, but it didn't seem like a good idea if y'all didn't know it was coming. What do you think?

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 265):

Seeing the group move again, ENS takes up the pace while continuing to shepherd the women. Cole must have given the all clear...

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 266):

JEB nods at Cole’s suggestion.

Do what you can to keep those lookouts from glancing our way. We will take the slope down from the brewery to the shoreline and head north along it. You should take someone with you. God’s speed.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 268):

The wrangler nods in agreement.

Sounds like a plan. After, if I don't catch up with you and the others on the beach, you might want to check the local jail once the women are safe. I'm fixin' to make a ruckus. If the law is in the area, they may not appreciate what I have in mind.

Cole scans the area looking for Art or Jake. He approaches the nearest one.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 269):

Jake noticed JEB and Cole having a conversation, after which time the wrangler came down the column, moving in the rifleman's direction. As he awaited the other man's approach, Jake fished around in the pocket of his duster, hoping to find a chaw.

As the wrangler neared, Jake noted his purposeful stride and nodded a greeting, then remarked "You ah-ppear to have sumpthin' on your mind, Cole."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 264):

We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 270):

Nodding, Cole walks up to Jake.

Yup. I just told JEB that it seems to me we could use a distraction to get these here women where they need to be. I reckon the two of us could do just that over yonder.

Cole points in the opposite direction of the beach.

But, I gotta say, dependin' on who takes exception we might end up in jail for a spell. But JEB, being a sheriff and all, might be able to help us with that when later.

What do you think?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 272):

"Deal me in," Jake replied.

"Mayhaps spendin' a little time in the pokey seems like a fair trade for a die-version, if'n it helps the wimmin git free. An' it could be that we can flannel-mouth our way out of trubble. Won't know 'til we play out the hand."

OOC: Edit: Minor word added. No substantive changes.
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In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 273):

Smiling, the wrangler leads the way out.

Glad to have the company, Jake.

Reckon we ought to head towards the ridge where I saw those two men and then head in the opposite direction of the beach. What do you think?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 274):

OOC: To be clear; to the Judge, the way Cole describes this sounds like:

Cole and Jake would walk to the ridge, which runs parallel to the beach, then turn around and walk back the way they just came -- because the opposite direction of the beach would be west -- as the shore of the bay runs north / south on the eastern side of San Francisco.

Again for clarity: like the ridge lines where the first battle occurred (rocky point on the Game Map) the ridge lines near the Albion run parallel to the beach. The column of 30 is north of the map but still west of the ridge (and west of the Albion, although closing in at the time of this conversation). The two "lookouts" on the ridge are in fact looking out towards the beach / bay in general, paying attention to the north and south along the beach. They didn't see Cole the first time because their backs were turned to him, mostly.

EDIT: fixing typos
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Jake, I think our best bet is to see if we can locate the fellers I saw before. Best chance of drawing them off if we know where they are, first.

As the wrangler begins to walk off, he looks to Jake for confirmation.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 276):

Seeing Cole walk over to join Jake, ENS catches up to JEB to find out what's going on.

What is the plan Sheriff?

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 276):

Jake nodded at Cole's suggestion, walking along with the wrnagler. "Or at least their gen'ral whereabouts, if'n we cain't lay eyes on 'em die-reckly."

After a moment the Texan asked, "You got sumpthin' in mind to draw these fellers' attenchun to us?"

OOC: The Judge needs clarification as to whether the column continues moving while PC conversation is going on or if JEB brought it to a halt at any time since Cole started to speak with Jake.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 278):

As they continue to walk, a slight grin appears on the wrangler's face as he glances towards Jake.

Being so close to a big city, my guess is most folks around here don't know much about the habits of country folk from back east. For example, night-time hunting trips is one of my personal favorites. Best time to catch rattlers or a possum or two. I reckon a few well-timed shots might attract some attention. In my day, I've spent some time living off the land, when provisions was tight. With any luck, we might even find some tracks to help sell the story.

At the last part, Cole begins to glance about for any possible signs of animal activity.

Survival: 13

Mind you, I'm open to suggestions...

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 279):

The column is moving.

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 277):

We’re leading the women north along the shoreline. I am leading and counting on you to maintain the integrity of the column. Travis is covering rear guard. Cole will strike out to distract the sentries on yonder ridge and it looks like Jake is assisting.

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 282):

Travis looks towards the front ascertaining the general disposition of the ladies marching.

Feels like we've been out here for months., he thinks to himself.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 280):

"Bein' out doin' some huntin' sounds like a good reason for a little firearms-dischargin'," Jake agreed.

"I ain't never been desperate enough to et a snake, though. An' possums . . . I've et 'em, but they're mighty damned greasy when you cook 'em up. Me, I'd vote for rabbit-huntin'."

"'Sides, cotton-tails can purely play hell with a man's crops. Local farmers'd prob'ly tip their hats to us for thinnin' out the rabbits hereabouts."

In reply to James E. Beauregard (msg # 281):

Cole and Jake converse, hatching a plan. Travis hums and keeps his thoughts to himself. Art remains apart from the group.

ENS catches up to JEB. The men converse as the lawman from Missouri leads the column along the wagon trail. The Albion castle comes more clearly into view, now that Beauregard has followed a curve between hillocks.

Ahead, JEB can see the ridge that Cole spoke of -- and he remembers the lay of the land here. The brewery at the end of the wagon trail to his left, slightly to the northeast. The bay straight ahead, to the east, down the slope from the castle. The way south, where he and Jake had traveled to their positions before the battle at the rocky point -- no more than three hours ago. And to the north, via the beach, Mr. Xu's inlet.

The professor takes in the same facts. Partially clouded moonlight shows the ridge line, with two figures standing tall with their back currently to Ringgenberg and Beauregard. One of them possesses a long arm, clearly. Neither man can tell whether the second lookout has a weapon.

If either of the lookouts turn around, they will almost certainly see the column of women -- if any of them, or their rescuers, were to take another step. Maybe even if the column were to stop immediately.

OOC: There is no additional time for conversation before acting/reacting to the current situation. If anyone chooses to take the time to speak, the Judge will account for that in any further adjudications.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 285):

JEB halts the column to wait a few moments for Cole’s diversionary action. Although he had not the time to learn from the wrangler what that may be, JEB is certain it will be an obvious stunt.

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 284):

Acknowledging his friend as they walk into position, Cole rubs the whiskers on his chin.

Shore enough, rabits are good eating. Much better than snake. But, when hunting at night, beggars can't be choosers.

Cole moves off without making much of an attempt to stay out of sight of the men he previously spied on the ridge. As he moves in a general westerly direction, he makes every attempt to leverage the terrain to both reveal himself and Jake, while occasionally obstructing their of them. He ultimate goal is to maneuver himself so as to divert the attention of any potential onlookers away from JEB and the rest of the group.

In order to disguise his true intentions, he leverages his survival and earth sciences knowledge to give the impression of searching the countryside for something.

Survival: 30 (natural 20)
Knowledge, Earth Sciences: 6

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 287):

Jake moved along with Cole, content to let his pard call the shots for their little shindig. He carried his carbine in a ready position, with the barrel facing forward and downwards.

The Texan realized that hunting rabbits with anything other than a properly-loaded shotgun would be a daunting test of marksmanship (and that the large-caliber round fired by his Spencer would likely tear hell out of any rabbit that he did hit), but he figured that he and Cole would cross that bridge if and when the men whom they were trying to hoodwink raised the issue.

"Don't reckon that I'd care to hunt for snakes in the dark any way," Jake remarked quietly. "I want to be able see them rascals afore I step on them."

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 285):

As JEB stops the column, ENS nods to him.

Very well Sheriff, I'll let Travis know.

As he moves back along the column towards Travis, he motions to the girls and speaks to them in Chinese. Kneel down until we start moving again, be ready.

Once he gets to Travis, he tells him the plan so far.

OOC: I saw what you did there Travis...

In reply to E.N.S. Ringgenberg (msg # 289):

Obediently, the women kneel in a slowly moving wave from the front of the column to the rear, as ENS moves towards Sunday at the end of the column.

JEB, ENS and Travis remain standing.

The lawman, at the front of the group, watches as the two sentries on the ridge maintain their watch over the beach. They move slightly, turning their heads to the north and south or taking a few steps in either direction. So far, they haven't turned to the west.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 290):

Travis kneels.

In reply to Travis Sunday (msg # 291):

Bloody hell. From where he is, Art heads southward, intending to keep the lookouts attention drawn away from the group.

OOC: A quick and dirty map might help a bit.

OOC: Edited for typo.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 290):

". . . or deer, maybe . . ." Jake continued, now giving voice to his thoughts.

"If'n these men who we're gonna be flannel-mouthin' know anything about firearms -- an' I'm guessin' they prob'ly do -- goin' rabbit-huntin' with the long-arms that we're carryin' don't make much sense."

In reply to Jake Richardson (msg # 293):

Cole looks at his friend and smiles.

Back east, rifle or gun, made no nevermind. If it threw bullets, we ate. Leastwise, that's what I'm fixin' to tell anyone who might ask.

Cole looks in the general direction of the men on the ridge and starts to walk to the west-southwest. He then pulls his gun.

I reckon we are far enough away from JEB and the others.

If Cole's foraging found anything living and edible larger than a rabbit, he will aim that direction. If not, he will shoot the nearest rock. Twice.

Hopefully, this will draw any interested parties away from the others, and towards us....

The wrangler keeps walking.

Of course it would; however, the Judge has provided links and information about the actual historical locations of the Albion brewery and the India Basin --  and this is a real place that you could google map any time you wanted to do so, iffin' you wanted to do so. The Judge provided the main game map because he KNEW there was going to be a full scenario playing out there (even if he didn't know how it would actually play out, because the PC actions determine a lot of what transpires in this game) and because the men had scouted the area fairly well.

The current encounter doesn't warrant a full battle map (even a quick and dirty map), in the Judge's opinion. Pay attention to the cardinal directions given by the Judge in the narrative and it should be viable to play this in our imaginary mind maps.

All PCs must make an initiative roll. Please don't state any actions based on that roll, yet.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 296):


10:15, Today: Artemus Carson rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  init.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 296):

OOC:

11:50, Today: Jake Richardson rolled 10 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 2.  Initiative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 296):

Travis Sunday rolled 27 using 1d20+11.  Initiative.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 295):

Initiative = 11 + 2 AP = 13

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 295):

14:28, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.
14:29, Today: E.N.S. Ringgenberg rolled 6 using 2d6, dropping the lowest dice only.  AP for initiative.

Total Initiative = 13
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 296):

Initiative: 5+5AP = 10

From his vantage point, Artemus Carson had seen the column come to a stop. Having already seen the two men on the ridge, he watched as his old pard Cole, and his new pard Jake, began moving west and making themselves visible to anyone paying attention in the moonlit surroundings of the Albion castle. The survivalist begins moving to the south.

At the front of the column, James Beauregard had kept one eye on the ridge and the other on Cole and Jake. The lawman's tactical instincts kick in as he sees his two pards moving west. Decisively, JEB resumes the movement of the column, leading the way north / northeast towards the Albion. The women rise up and begin moving, following without needing to be told. Glancing to his right, the lawman sees the two men on the ridge, but it doesn't appear that they have turned around as of yet. Perhaps the column will move far enough to remove itself from the lookouts' line of sight before they notice . . . perhaps not.

Travis Sunday and ENS Ringgenberg had conversed briefly at the rear of the column. The gunslinger had kneeled, following the advice the professor had given to the women. Both the professor and the gunslinger watch Cole and Jake moving to the west as they realize that JEB has begun to lead the column forward yet again.

Cole Trayne and Jake Richardson move in the moonlight. The wrangler, as he moved west along a stretch of higher ground in the hilly terrain, notices the movement of some small game in the bushes -- perhaps a gopher a rabbit or a squirrel -- and he fires his Colt, twice. It doesn't come as a surprise to the rifleman, knowing the intent of Cole's plan. Still, the Texan finds himself somewhat off-guard at the suddenness of Trayne's actions, not to mention the fact that the wrangler is hunting with a pistol and shooting at something unseen.

Everyone in the area hears the two weapon reports from Trayne's revolver.

OOC: All PCs should state a single action after hearing the two gunshots (i.e. not a full round, just one action). Any speech must be kept very short, less than 3 seconds worth, or the Judge will rule that it continues into the next round.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 303):

Jake didn't cotton to the idea of firing at something he couldn't see, so he pointed the barrel of his carbine upwards and fired a round into the air.

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 303):

JEB’s sense of urgency is heightened at hearing the sound of Cole’s revolver firing in the night. Now is the time to slip by unseen if the sentry’s attention is diverted. He passes the word to Jake to increase speed of the column at the double clip.
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In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 303):

As the wrangler moves off in the general direction of the game he spotted, he remarks to Jake.

Wonder if I hit anything?

In reply to Judge Messalen (msg # 303):

Travis looks towards the sound of the gun shots.

Pistol...no yelling he thinks.

In reply to Cole Trayne (msg # 306):

"I like your odds better'n mine," the Texan replied.